The Little Fairy on the Watering Can. Including a masterclass on creating Fairy Milya

© Iana Nikitina, 2025

ISBN 978-5-0067-1551-6

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

Chapter 1. The Flower with a Secret

In a cozy house that smelled of fresh baking and dried herbs, a small clay pot with delicate violets stood on a sunny windowsill. Inside the largest flower, hidden beneath velvety leaves, lived a tiny fairy named Milya.

She was five years old – a whole five! – and she considered herself quite grown-up already. Milya’s home was nestled in the very heart of the flower, sheltered by lilac petals from prying eyes. It had everything a little fairy could need: a soft bed made of petunia petals, a cobweb blanket gifted by the kind spider Fyuzi, and even a tiny mirror – a perfectly round dewdrop frozen on the thinnest thread.

In the mornings, when the first rays of sunlight peeked through the violet curtains, Milya woke up to the chirping of sparrows outside the window. She stretched, fluttering her iridescent wings, and the first thing she did was fly to her mirror. The dewdrop reflected her funny morning hairstyle – her fair hair, with a couple of lilac curls, tousled overnight, stuck out in all directions like dandelion fluff.

After washing her face with the same dewdrop (since the house’s owner, Shelly, always watered the flowers in the morning – and most importantly, she left her watering can behind), the fairy climbed out of her floral home and, fluttering her transparent wings, flew up to the very top of the watering can. There, she had a special spot – a comfortable curve of the handle where she could sit as if on a throne. This was Milya’s favorite time of day!

«What a view!» Milya whispered, sipping from a tiny cup of morning nectar.

Shelly, the homeowner, had no idea that a real enchantress lived in her violet. As she carefully lifted the leaves to check the soil’s moisture, Milya held her breath whenever the giant watering can loomed over her home. Warm droplets of rain trickled gently down the petals, freshening the air inside and leaving behind the faint scent of a summer downpour.

Once breakfast was eaten and her little bed neatly made, Milya tidied herself up. She combed her hair with a stamen-bristle brush, smoothed out her lilac strands, and fastened a flower-shaped clip into her hair. One last glance in the mirror, and she was ready to head out to the garden, where her best friend Lily was already waiting.

Before flying out of her home, Milya always turned back and tenderly stroked the edge of a petal:

«Take care of our home,» she whispered to the violet.

And the flower swayed slightly in response, as if nodding, promising to keep her cozy nest safe until her return.

Chapter 2. Best Friends – Milya and Lili

Morning spilled across the garden in golden radiance. The air was fresh and clear, every blade of grass glittering with a scattering of diamond-like dewdrops. The fairy glided effortlessly between the stems, leaving behind a faint trail of shimmering pollen.

She didn’t need to think about the path – her wings carried her on their own to the old apple tree, where its gnarled roots formed a cozy nook. There, among the clover blossoms, in a house woven from intertwined grass blades, lived her dearest friend – the fairy Lily.

They couldn’t remember when they had become friends – it seemed their friendship had always existed. Like two halves of a whole, they complemented each other: where Milya hesitated in doubt, Lily found a solution; when Lily got too carried away with ideas, Milya gently tempered her enthusiasm.

Their friendship bloomed like the hardiest flower in the garden – the kind that doesn’t bow its head before a storm and doesn’t fade under the scorching sun.

They had found each other at the very moment when both needed warmth the most – two trembling souls huddled beneath an autumn leaf, sharing the last berry and quiet laughter through fear. Since then, invisible threads of understanding had stretched between them, as strong as kind Fyuzi’s spiderweb and as tender as the first spring blossom.

«Little friend!» called a familiar voice before Milya even had a chance to land on a leaf.

Lily sat on a clover flower, legs dangling, grinning from ear to ear. Her straw-colored hair, streaked with a few pink strands, was tied back with a blade of grass, and her eyes shone with so much warmth that Milya instantly knew – today would be special.

«Hello, dear Lily!» came the reply. The two friends embraced and flew off toward the adventures this magical day had in store.

Chapter 3. The Health Elixir and Shoes for LUKE the Ant

In the heart of the garden grew a magnificent royal rose – tall, proud, with large scarlet blossoms. Its velvety petals unfurled in lush blooms, and its delicate fragrance spread throughout the garden. In the mornings, its petals glistened with large dewdrops – especially one, the biggest and purest, hanging right in the center of the flower. It was this precious droplet that the fairies sought for their magical elixir.

The rose was surrounded by emerald-green, intricately shaped leaves and sharp thorns, guarding the regal flower from uninvited guests. All the garden’s inhabitants treated it with special reverence – bees landed carefully on its pollen, and the breeze only gently swayed its stem, as if afraid to disturb it.

The fairies had been preparing in advance to collect the dew and had agreed that today they would begin brewing the elixir. Fairy Lily flew up to the rose a little earlier than her friend.

«It’s all ruined!» she exclaimed, looking at Milya. «We wanted to gather ingredients for the winter elixir, but the main dewdrop is gone!»

Milya immediately understood. That very droplet, which had spent all night gathering moonlight on the royal rose’s petal, was the key ingredient. Without it, the elixir would lose its power, and the fairies would have to face winter unprotected from the cold.

«We’ll find it,» Milya said firmly, taking her friend’s hand.

The first clue was a shiny trail left by the dewdrop, leading deep into the grass. Along the way, they met an old longhorn beetle, who scratched his head with an antenna and recalled:

«Yes, I saw a little ant… Dragging something shiny and muttering something about the queen.»

The fairies’ hearts sank – the anthill was far away, beyond the thicket of thistles, where even sunlight struggled to penetrate. But they had no choice – they set off on their journey.

Now, in their fear, the blades of grass seemed like towering trees, and an ordinary puddle felt like an entire lake. Once, they had to hide from a curious sparrow, ducking among the bellflowers. Finally, the anthill appeared before them – a bustling city with countless tunnels. The fairies faced a difficult task: finding the thief who had stolen the dewdrop.

At the entrance, they were spotted by a little ant named Luke – worn-out shoes made of grass blades on his feet.

«I’ve never seen fairies in these parts before! What are you doing here?» he asked the friends.

The fairies told him about the rose, how they had planned to make the health elixir, about the sudden disappearance of the dewdrop, and how long they had struggled to get here in search of the little ant who might know where the dewdrop was.