The Essay Fairy Who Asked Why
Many years ago, there was an Essay fairy named Recklo who was very good at what he did. The fairy king was always exceptionally pleased with the humans he trained.
In case you didn’t know, Essay fairies are a rare type of fairy. They’re large fairies with four big butterfly-like wings on their backs. They all have radiant silver skin that seems to glow and are known for their supernatural beauty. Essay fairies are given the task of preparing or “essaying” mature adult humans for intimacy with fairy royalty.
Because fairy intimacy is more intense for humans than it is for fairies, humans must be trained before they can engage in love-making with fairy kings and queens. And it has happened on more than one occasion that a human couldn’t tolerate the intensity of fairy love even with training. (If you would like to know more about Essay fairies, you can read the introduction to a story about one by clicking here.)
One of the reasons Recklo was so good at what he did was because he enjoyed it so much. All four of his big butterfly-like wings were a shimmery white, and sapphire-like swirls covered his body.
He loved to behold the look on young women’s faces when they first saw him, most often awestruck and frozen in their tracks. He loved reassuring them that they were safe. And after explaining who he was and what he did, he enjoyed asking if they would be willing to be trained for intimacy with the fairy king. Waiting for their response was thrilling to him. And when they said yes, which most of them did, he reveled in every moment of their training.
He loved undressing these young women, and he preferred to do it slowly and delicately. This helped both him and them savor every moment. And he also found it better prepared them for what came next, while also building up their anticipation for it.
He relished engaging in the act of love-making with them. He loved helping them regain their strength after they inevitably passed out following their first few sessions with him. (This was done with a special revival liquid he would give them after they regained consciousness, but even the simple act of handing it to them filled him with delight.)
He enjoyed seeing them build up their tolerance for fairy love, which most of them did. And he was very good at identifying humans that wouldn’t be able to build up a tolerance for it, so he didn’t waste much training time on them.
But on a few occasions, he was able to help humans with a low tolerance build up their tolerance for it. This was something very few Essay fairies were able to do. And it should be noted that he did it without kissing them.
(Kissing humans has been found to be a way to help better prepare their body for fairy love without training. But it’s against the rules in the Fairy Guidebook to kiss a human while essaying them. You can Part I of the story about why that rule is in place here. No Essay has ever tested to see whether a human with low or no tolerance for fairy love would be better equipped to handle it after kissing an Essay. And because of the rule, it’s highly unlikely that answer will ever be discovered.)
While essaying, Recklo lived for the groans of ecstasy these humans released once they had built up their tolerance. And throughout all of their training, he relished the indescribable pleasures he was able to enjoy himself.
He even liked passing along these young women to the fairy king when their training ended. He liked feeling that he had done his duty, and done it successfully. And he felt so pleased with himself whenever the king complimented him on how well-prepared the women were for fairy love.
He didn’t mind that there were often month-long waits for young women to enter the woods. This was the most common way to find suitable partners for the king. During that time, he was often playing his harp, which was a pastime he cherished almost as much as his life task. All of this led to him feeling that he lived a very satisfying life.
But there were moments, albeit infrequent, where he wondered if he would ever get the chance to make love to humans without having to pass them along to the fairy king afterward. On a few occasions, after training a young woman, he had the secret desire to just continue engaging in the act of love-making with them for his own pleasure.
For many years, he kept quiet about this desire. He knew he would have the opportunity to enjoy that pleasure again with the next young woman he trained. But sometimes he wished he could stay with a young woman he had just essayed and enjoy the results of his labor. On these rare occasions, he found it unfair that he did all the work preparing these young women for intimacy with the king, but he wasn’t able to enjoy the pleasure of making love to a human that had already been trained to handle the intensity of fairy love.
He kept quiet about this secret yearning for as long as he could. But over time, the yearning became stronger. And so, one day, after summoning all the courage he could muster, he asked to have a private audience with the king.
Recklo stood outside the fairy king’s glistening palace made of turquoise and crystal. He was waiting for the king to emerge from a winding stream behind it. The stream was filled with a golden liquid, and swimming in it was one of the king’s favorite pastimes — second only to being intimate with humans. (All fairy kings had such a stream behind their palace, and all of them enjoyed swimming in it.)
As Recklo watched, he saw four huge butterfly-like wings emerge from the water. Two were a glistening white and two were a shimmery purple, all of them larger than Recklo’s wings. Soon, the king himself surfaced, his body covered in swirls that looked like crystal and amethyst. He stepped out of the water and walked toward Recklo. And as he did, golden drops of liquid fell from his body and vanished almost as soon as they hit the ground.
“I understand that you wished to have a private audience with me, Recklo,” the king said once he stood before the Essay fairy.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Recklo began. “I have a bit of a concern I would like to address.”
“Yes, what is it?”
Recklo had rehearsed his speech many times before. But standing before the king now, he was struggling to say what he had planned to.
“Your Majesty…I very much enjoy my life task. I just wanted to say that before I begin. And I don’t want you to think I’m saying any of this because I don’t enjoy it. Because I do. Very much. But, um…I was wondering if it would be possible for me to, um…enjoy the company of some of the humans I train for pleasure rather than preparation.”
The king stared hard at Recklo and thought for only a second before saying, “Recklo, you know the rules. Essay fairies are only allowed to spend a maximum of seven days with the humans they train. This is to help keep them from getting attached.”
“I do understand that, Your Grace, I do. But this would be purely for pleasure. It’s not the emotional intimacy I’m seeking.”
“No, Recklo. That’s just not the way we do things.”
“But why, Your Majesty?” Recklo asked. “Why aren’t Essay fairies allowed to be intimate with humans solely for pleasure? Why does it always have to be for preparation?”
The king was very surprised by Recklo’s questions. He had never heard of an Essay fairy asking to enjoy the kind of pleasure that was reserved for fairy royalty.
“Why is this so important to you? You already get to enjoy the act of love-making with humans as part of your life task. This is something other fairies aren’t allowed to do.”
“I understand that, Your Grace. But it would just be nice to enjoy intimacy with a human I’ve already trained rather than always training them but then never getting to enjoy intimacy with them afterward.” The king stayed silent. “Even just one time would be wonderful, Your Grace.”
“But who would essay humans for me if you’re enjoying intimacy with a human you’ve trained?” the king wondered.
“Well, I know you’re currently enjoying intimacy with a human I recently trained for you. So, I don’t see the harm in essaying another human, if I should encounter one, while you’re still enjoying the company of the human you’re with.”
“But sometimes months pass before you encounter another suitable human.”
“But if I should encounter a suitable young woman before you wish to be intimate with another, would it be alright if I train her for fairy intimacy and then enjoy intimacy with her myself?”
The king said nothing for a while. “Recklo, it has been quite some time since you’ve chosen your life task, correct?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I believe I’ve been doing this work for about two centuries now.”
“So, I do not expect you to remember what you learned about what it takes to become a fairy king or queen or what those roles involve.”
“I have some understanding of those roles, but it’s true that I’ve forgotten many of the details. Once I chose my life task, I focused all my attention on that.”
The king nodded. “As well you should have. But as a result, I would not expect you to understand why fairy kings and queens are entitled to certain privileges and pleasures that are denied other creatures.”
“That’s a fair assessment, Your Grace. But if you would like to enlighten me, I would be willing to listen.”
The king paused before continuing. “Fairy kings and queens carry many more responsibilities than other creatures do. We negotiate treaties. We help keep the peace among creatures from different lands. We represent our own lands and the creatures that inhabit them at meetings with fairy kings and queens from all over.
“And, when necessary, we interact with the human world and ensure that peace reigns among all. It’s true that sometimes intermediaries are involved in these last interactions, but it’s the responsibility of fairy kings and queens to ensure that these interactions happen when needed. And so, I believe it’s right and fair for us to enjoy certain privileges and pleasures that others aren’t allowed.”
Recklo considered this for a moment. “Yes, that does make sense, Your Majesty,” he said. “You are a very wise ruler indeed.”
“Thank you, Recklo,” the king said.
“But from what I understand, it seems that you would consider it acceptable for a fairy who carried more responsibility to be able to enjoy some of the privileges and pleasures currently reserved for fairy royalty. Is that correct?”
The king hadn’t considered that this was the meaning Recklo would derive from what he had just said. But he could see the logic in his argument. “You know, Recklo, I do believe that would be acceptable.”
“Then I suppose what I’m asking now, Your Grace, is that you allow me to carry some more responsibility so that I can enjoy this particular pleasure for myself, at least for a little while.”
The king considered Recklo’s request for some time before saying, “Let me bring this before my advisors, and I’ll get back to you in a few days.”
“Thank you so much, Your Majesty. I greatly appreciate your consideration.”
“You’re welcome, Recklo.”
Recklo flew away from that meeting filled with relief and eagerness. He couldn’t believe it, but it might actually be possible for him to enjoy intimacy with a human just for the sake of it. And all he had to do was carry a little more responsibility than usual.
He felt more than able to do this. And he felt the king would agree to this arrangement after speaking to his advisors. It was too reasonable for him not to agree to it. Now Recklo only had to wait a few days to learn what his new responsibilities would be.
As planned, the king asked to see Recklo a few days later. This time, they stood in one of the crystal conference rooms inside his crystal-turquoise palace.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Recklo began, “you wished to see me.”
“Yes, Recklo,” the king said. “I’ve just had a meeting with my advisors and we’ve all agreed to try this little experiment of yours.”
Recklo could barely contain his excitement. “Thank you so much, Your Grace. I very much appreciate your willingness to consider my request.”
“You’re welcome.”
“What will my new responsibilities be?”
“Well, a few days ago, you demonstrated excellent negotiating abilities. And when I spoke with my advisors, they agreed to make you the negotiator of peace between the groundhogs and the ostriches. They’ve been having a dispute over control of a stream that runs through their respective territories. If you would be willing to work on negotiating peace between them, you will also be allowed to enjoy intimacy with the next human you train after their training is complete.”
“Yes, Your Grace. That sounds like a responsibility I would be well-suited for. Thank you for the compliment and for the honor.”
“You’re welcome, Recklo. Your added duties begin tomorrow.”
“Very well,” said Recklo.
“And I have one more thing to tell you,” the fairy king said. “You’re aware that fairy kings and queens drink a special strengthening beverage that helps us carry on our duties, correct?”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“You will be allowed to enjoy one cup of this beverage every day. My hope is that this will make it a little easier for you to handle the added responsibilities you’ve just been given.”
“I’m very grateful for the honor, Your Grace.”
The fairy king nodded. “You’re to meet one of my fairy attendants by the swallow’s stream first thing every morning to have your daily cup.”
“I’ll be there, Your Majesty.”
“Very well. Enjoy yourself, Recklo.”
“I’ll try to do just that.”
Recklo flew away from that meeting overjoyed. Not only would he still be allowed to train a human, which really did give him great pleasure. But he could enjoy intimacy with her afterward without having to stop once her training ended. And he also had the privilege of putting his newfound negotiating abilities to practice.
And on top of all that, he was given permission to drink the strengthening beverage reserved for fairy royalty. He really couldn’t think of anything else an Essay fairy could ask for.
First thing the next morning, Recklo flew to the swallow’s stream and met one of the small fairies that attended the king. She resembled Recklo with her radiant silver skin. But she was only about a foot tall, she had no colorful swirls on her body, and she only had two shimmery-white wings on her back.
She was hovering near the stream carrying a cup made of woven red leaves. It contained a sweet-smelling liquid. Most fairy beverages are sweet-smelling, but this one had an aroma Recklo wasn’t used to. The liquid was of a light purple color and smelled like plums with a touch of citrus.
“Here’s your daily allotment, Recklo,” the small fairy said, handing him the cup.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it. And after pausing to inhale the delectable aroma, he drank the contents of the cup. It was wonderful.
“Thanks again,” he said, handing the cup back to the small fairy.
“You’re welcome,” she said. Then she fluttered away with the cup held firmly between her small hands.
Immediately, Recklo found himself feeling stronger and more energized. He was now ready to begin his new official duties.
Recklo headed straight to the stream the king had mentioned, the one being disputed by the groundhogs and the ostriches. Feeling very confident in his negotiating abilities after the outcome of his meeting with the king, he thought he would be able to negotiate peace between these creatures in an afternoon. That meant he would be free to spend the rest of his time waiting for a suitable human to enter the woods.
It occurred to him as he was flying over to the stream that his new duties might interfere with his ability to find a suitable human to train. He wouldn’t have as much time to wait to see if one wandered into the woods. But he figured he would still have plenty of time in the evening to wait. So, he didn’t concern himself much with that.
Once he arrived at the stream, he was expecting to find a delegation from both the ostriches and the groundhogs waiting to meet him. At the very least, he expected some sort of representative from each side. But there was no one there when he arrived.
He ended up having to spend about an hour walking and flying around the area until he found an ostrich he could speak to. Eventually, he found one with pink and yellow feathers.
“Hello there,” Recklo said. “I’m here to help you negotiate peace with the groundhogs regarding the stream you share.” The ostrich just stared at him. “Do you know anything about this?”
The ostrich stared for a while longer before saying, “Stream is ours. Not groundhogs.”
“Are you saying you believe the stream belongs to you?”
“Stream is ours. Not groundhogs,” she repeated.
Recklo sighed with impatience. “Is there a leader that I can speak to?” The ostrich turned away from him and kept walking on her way. “Excuse me,” Recklo said, flying to meet her where she was. “I was talking to you.”
“Stream is ours. Not groundhogs,” she said, still walking.
“I understand. You believe the stream is yours. But I don’t think the groundhogs see it that way. Do you have a leader I can speak to? Or some sort of representative?”
“I leader.”
“Pardon?”
“I leader,” the ostrich repeated.
“Are you saying you’re a leader of the ostriches?”
“Yes, that’s right,” the ostrich said, stopping to face him and nodding her long neck once.
“Do you have a message I can take to the groundhogs?”
“Stream is ours, not groundhogs,” she said again.
“Yes, I understand. Where can I meet you after I have a discussion with the groundhogs?”
“Stream is ours, not groundhogs,” she said as she walked away.
“This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought,” Recklo said.
Now he knew he had to find an entrance into the groundhogs’ territory. But he wasn’t sure where that would be. He flew around until he found a hole in the ground large enough for groundhogs to enter. When he found it, he crawled in, hoping this was the right place.
Immediately, he found himself in a maze of several underground tunnels. Initially, there wasn’t room for him to stand no matter which direction he tried to go in, so he was forced to crawl for what felt like hours but was most likely just a few minutes.
Eventually, he found an area where he could stand. And once he was there, he met a groundhog standing in front of what looked like an iron gate in an arched doorway that blocked entry to more tunnels.
“Hello, I’m Recklo from above ground,” Recklo said. “I’m here to negotiate peace between you and the ostriches regarding the stream you share. Do you have a leader I can speak to?”
“Have you been given permission to pass through?” the groundhog replied.
Recklo was relieved that the groundhog was more coherent than the ostrich he had just encountered. “No, I haven’t been given special permission to pass through. But the fairy king has given me the responsibility of negotiating peace between you and the ostriches.”
“Only the fairy king is allowed to pass through here without special permission.”
“If I go to the fairy king and ask him to give me some sort of parchment saying I have permission to pass through, would that be alright?”
“You have to be given permission from our leader.”
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“And where is your leader?”
“He’s taking a walk above ground, surveying the stream.”
By now, Recklo was impatient for all this to be over. But he was starting to sense that his work was just beginning. “So, to get permission, can I just go ask your leader?”
“You can ask, but that doesn’t mean he’ll give permission,” the guard groundhog said.
“Very well,” Recklo said.
Recklo returned above ground and went in search of the groundhog leader. But instead, he encountered the pink-and-yellow-plumed ostrich again.
“Just missed groundhog leader,” the ostrich said to him.
“What do you mean I just missed the groundhog leader?” Recklo asked, exasperated.
“He was here. Now underground.”
“And what did he say?”
“No matter. Stream is ours, not groundhogs.”
“I’ll be back to talk with you later,” Recklo said.
“Stream is ours, not groundhogs,” the ostrich said again as Recklo went back to the entrance to groundhog territory.
Once again standing before the guard groundhog, Recklo said, “I wasn’t able to talk to your leader. But I have been given instructions by the fairy king to negotiate peace between you and the ostriches.”
“The leader is inside,” the groundhog said. “But without his permission, you can’t enter.”
“But what if the fairy king gives me permission to pass through?”
“Only our leader can give you that permission.”
“Can you go fetch him now?”
“No, I have to stay here to stand guard.”
“Can you call someone who can fetch him?”
“No.”
Recklo took a deep breath. “The leader ostrich above ground says the stream belongs to them.”
“She’s wrong. The stream belongs to us. We’re willing to share, but the ostriches aren’t. They want the stream all to themselves.”
“And how will I find out who the stream really belongs to?”
“You’ll have to talk to our leader.”
“Is there any way to have an audience with him without needing permission?”
“Anytime he’s above ground, you can talk to him.”
“When is he planning to go above ground again?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
Recklo sighed deeply. “Thank you very much for your time,” he said.
With that, he left groundhog territory and flew away from the disputed stream.
That evening, after the exhausting afternoon going back and forth between the leader ostrich and the guard groundhog, Recklo took a seat on a branch near the clearing where he trained humans. He closed his eyes, intending to take just a brief rest. But when he opened them again, it was morning.
He had slept all the way through the night. And now he needed to go to the swallow’s stream to get another daily allotment of the strengthening liquid. He definitely felt like he needed it today.
After drinking the liquid, he again found himself feeling stronger and more energized. But he hoped that this effect would carry him throughout the day so that he wasn’t so exhausted by the end of it. He thought that maybe it hadn’t had a potent effect on him the previous day because he hadn’t built up enough reserve in his system. He hoped that the more he drank it, the more effective it would be.
And again, after consuming the beverage, he headed over to the stream under dispute.
Unlike the previous day, today there was a lot of commotion around the stream. Ostriches with all sorts of brightly-colored plumage were running around it, screaming and in a state of panic.
“What’s going on?” Recklo asked. But none of the ostriches stopped to talk to him.
“Stream is shrinking!” one of the ostriches screamed.
“Stream is shrinking!” other ostriches screamed in unison.
“What do you mean the stream is shrinking?” Recklo asked. “Do you mean the water level is lowering?”
“Ahhhh! Stream is shrinking!” the ostriches kept yelling.
Recklo glanced at the stream and noticed that it did seem to be lower than it was the day before. But since none of the ostriches he encountered seemed interested in talking to him, he flew around until he found the ostrich he had been speaking to the previous day.
“You there, can I have a moment?” he asked when he found her.
“No! Stream is shrinking!” she yelled, running around with the others.
Recklo realized he would have to find the reason for the change in the stream’s water level if he was to have any sort of level-headed discussion with the ostriches.
He returned to groundhog territory. And again, he found the guard groundhog standing before the iron gate.
“Is your leader here today?” Recklo asked.
“Yes, he’s behind the gate,” the groundhog said.
“Would it be alright if I speak to him? I know I don’t have permission to go back there, but this is an emergency.”
“You can’t go back there without permission.”
“Yes, but you see, the water level of the stream is lowering. And I would really like to know if your leader knows anything about that.”
“We put a hole in the stream and we’re draining it into our territory.”
“What?” Recklo screamed. “Why would you do that?”
“Because the stream belongs to us and the ostriches don’t want to share. Now we won’t have a problem.”
“Yes, you will! The ostriches are in a state of panic.”
“That’s not our problem.”
“May I please — ”
“Who’s this?” another groundhog said from behind the gate.
“I’m Recklo, and the fairy king has given me permission to negotiate peace between you and the ostriches. Are you the leader?”
“I am. But you have to have my permission before I’ll grant you an audience.”
“And how do I get your permission?”
“You have to ask me.”
“Very well. Do I have your permission to have an audience with you?”
The groundhog stared at Recklo for some time before he said, “No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like you.”
“Why not?”
“It seems to me that you’re on the ostriches’ side.”
“I’m not on anyone’s side! I just want to negotiate this peace.”
“This isn’t your typical role, is it?” the leader wondered.
“No, it’s not, but — ”
“I don’t feel comfortable discussing these kinds of things with you.”
“But the fairy king gave me the responsibility of negotiating peace between you and the ostriches. If I get his permission, can I have an audience with you?”
“No. Only the fairy king himself can have an audience without my permission.”
“Can I just ask that you plug up that hole?”
“I believe we’ve spoken enough for one afternoon,” the groundhog said, turning around.
“No, wait!” Recklo screamed. But the groundhog leader had disappeared.
Recklo stared at the guard groundhog, and the guard stared back at him.
“I don’t suppose you would be willing to go plug up that hole, would you?” Recklo said.
“No,” the guard said.
“I didn’t think so.”
When Recklo emerged from groundhog territory, he found the ostriches using buckets to take water from the stream and carry it to some undisclosed location.
“Where are you taking that water to?” Recklo asked the pink-and-yellow ostrich that appeared to be the leader.
“Can’t talk,” the leader said with a water-filled bucket in her bill. “Trying to save water.”
“Very well,” Recklo said, sighing.
After that, Recklo had had enough. Not only was he failing at his attempts to negotiate peace between the groundhogs and the ostriches. But he wasn’t even able to enjoy his essaying duties because he was so exhausted. And so, after only two days of this new experiment, he requested another audience with the fairy king.
“Your Majesty,” Recklo said with a worn expression on his face and the appearance of carrying a heavy weight. “I’m beyond exhausted.” Recklo stood before the fairy king inside one of his crystal conference rooms.
“Is that so?” the king asked, trying to hide a knowing smile.
“Yes, Your Grace. I cannot keep this up. If you please, I wish to be relieved of my extra duties so I can focus on essaying.”
“But what happened to you wanting to enjoy the pleasure of making love to humans you had already trained?”
“I don’t have the strength for it. Even with the special strengthening potion reserved for fairy royalty, I don’t have the strength to carry all this responsibility. I can’t even fathom training a human when I feel like this.”
“You don’t have the strength because you haven’t been trained to carry these kinds of responsibilities. Yes, the strengthening potion we drink helps us fulfill our duties, but it’s not the source of our strength. We have to undergo rigorous mental, emotional, and physical training to have the privilege of being considered fairy royalty because of what our royal duties require.”
“I understand that now, Your Grace. I was foolish to think I could perform more than my essaying duties without further training.”
“Would you like to undergo some of that training and try this experiment again?”
“Please no, Your Grace. I wish to be relieved of these other duties so I can focus on my life task. I do enjoy it greatly and find the work very satisfying. And please send someone else to negotiate peace between those crazy ostriches and those stubborn groundhogs before an all-out war breaks out.”
The king couldn’t help but smile to himself when Recklo said that. He had known this wouldn’t be an easy task for him. He just didn’t know how long it would take him to give up.
“I’ll have some of my peace experts go talk to them.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“So, will you never again ask to be intimate with humans outside of their training?”
“Never again, Your Grace. I will henceforth be content to be an Essay fairy and nothing more.”
“Very well. I relieve you of your extra responsibilities. You may return to your essaying duties tomorrow and focus solely on them.”
Recklo looked as if the huge weight he had been carrying had been lifted. “Thank you, Your Majesty. You cannot imagine how much I appreciate that.”
“But you do know this means you won’t be able to drink the special strengthening liquid.”
“That’s perfectly alright, Your Majesty. I’ll content myself with relying on honeysuckle and other fairy foods for strength, as I’ve always done. But I thank you for the privilege of sampling that delicious beverage. And I also greatly appreciate you allowing me to try this experiment.”
“Well, Recklo, after consideration it seemed like a reasonable request, and my advisors agreed. So, I was willing to grant it for you.”
“Thank you, Your Grace. But I did learn a valuable lesson — many, in fact. I don’t think I ever fully appreciated how much you and other fairy kings and queens do to protect our lands and preserve the peace. So, thank you, Your Majesty, for everything you do.”
“You’re welcome, Recklo. And I just want you to know that you’re an excellent Essay fairy. I personally would not have wanted to have to replace you if you found your new role suitable to you. But I was willing to consider it if everything worked out.”
“Rest assured, Your Grace, I’m returning to my essaying duties wholeheartedly. I never again wish to take on responsibilities that aren’t mine or that I haven’t been trained for. And I enjoy essaying so much that I can’t imagine any other task being as fulfilling for me as that one.”
“Very well.”
The fairy king’s peace experts were able to negotiate peace between the ostriches and the groundhogs. The groundhogs agreed to plug the hole in the stream, and the ostriches stopped carrying stream water by the bucket to wherever they were taking it to. After doing their research and having extensive discussions with both sides, the peace experts discovered that the stream did in fact belong to both groups equally. And so, both sides consented to sharing the stream.
After Recklo’s experience with negotiating and peacemaking, he was more than willing to be just an Essay fairy. He still found great thrill in preparing humans for intercourse with the fairy king. And now, he was even more thrilled with his work because he knew how nice it was to be able to concentrate solely on the tasks it required.
He never again had the desire to continue being intimate with humans after their training was over. He relished the training itself, and that was more than enough to satisfy him.
