There's also a story of which your own LJ page here always reminds me, a story with a fox fairy: A young man spied a young maiden and straightway fell in love, but she was kept “decently” imprisoned in her room with her amah standing guard. One night as he walked his garden despondently, he was surprised to see her slipping out to meet him! They talked and courted in whispers, but no - her parents flatly refused to consider the match. He left for a change of scene, went to live in a deserted temple, and a while to his utter astonishment a sedan chair arrived there and she got out! Her father had changed his mind… or something. It was a little fishy, but he was past caring, and they lived happily for some months until word got back to the girl's parents, who were astounded to hear of this, as their prisoner daughter was still there! Okay, obviously this was Meant to Be, so they threw up their hands and the wedding was arranged. Problem was, there were two 'daughters' present! Well, that's when the fox fairy unmasked; I'm a thousand years old, she said, and my work here is done, you'll not see me again, and she split. So the two young people were married, and they lived hap-
- and I said, “Wait a minute.” The girl he'd met in the garden and courted, and then lived with, was a fun-loving convention-defying spirit who'd lived and travelled and learned for a thousand years, NOT this sensory-deprivation-doorstop who'd been “properly” immured within the four walls of one room all of her life! She wasn't what he wanted, and he wasn't what she desperately needed! Resentment, regret vs terror and madness - This was going to be a disaster!
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Date: 2015-02-05 01:38 pm (UTC)prisonerdaughter was still there! Okay, obviously this was Meant to Be, so they threw up their hands and the wedding was arranged. Problem was, there were two 'daughters' present! Well, that's when the fox fairy unmasked; I'm a thousand years old, she said, and my work here is done, you'll not see me again, and she split. So the two young people were married, and they lived hap-- and I said, “Wait a minute.” The girl he'd met in the garden and courted, and then lived with, was a fun-loving convention-defying spirit who'd lived and travelled and learned for a thousand years, NOT this sensory-deprivation-doorstop who'd been “properly” immured within the four walls of one room all of her life! She wasn't what he wanted, and he wasn't what she desperately needed! Resentment, regret vs terror and madness - This was going to be a disaster!
O well. That's a fairy tale for you.