Not long ago, she offered me a drink she had made: bright green, unnatural, an offering of love and self.
If you know the story of Persephone, or if you know much about fairies, you are familiar with the dangers of eating the food offered to you by certain beings. It binds you to them, makes you a captive in their land. And childhood is certainly a foreign land to those of us who have been away. Adults develop a strange accent. I have found it good to live close to the borders, to make excursions in, to stay fluent in the old language.
Spend time with them, and they will offer you things. Of course it’s risky, but love is.
I drank the whole thing.