Some ideas emerge from strange places. This is, possibly, the reason why shoelaces refuse to stay tied. Or maybe not.

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Ila wove through the crowd at knee level, gossamer wings carrying her past baggy blue jeans big enough to hold two people, skin-tight pants, and skirts with hems that strained to reach the dress code. She fixed her gray-blue eyes on the students’ footwear—flip-flops, sneakers, sandals, boots, and high heels.

She zipped down, fearlessly darting through the swinging forest of stomping feet towards a pair of red and white tennis shoes, landing briefly on the toe. If mortal eyes could see her, clad in a black tank top with neon purple swirls, jeans, and sneakers, sporting wide navy stripes in her ash blond hair, they would’ve stared. Humans couldn’t see fairies much past early childhood, so Ila was unseen as she worked. Quickly, she reached for the knot of the bow, which was larger than her head, and with a few practiced tugs, allowed the laces to hang free. Ila leapt into the air, gaining height, until she was above the crowd jostling their way to class. Spotting another member of Chaos Division’s Shoe Group perched atop the battered industrial beige lockers, she zipped over to join him.

“Hey,” she said. As Ila’s lime green sneakers met painted metal, she heard a startled yelp and crash behind her.

Eberhardt nodded and smiled at her. “Good job,” he said, watching the human get to his feet below them.

“Are you liking working for Clothing Brigade?” Ila asked.

“It’s different from Wires and Cables, that’s for sure,” Eberhardt pushed his  scarlet striped bangs out of his face, “I don’t miss the grease.”

They both watched Wilder emerge from a locker across from them, his lemon yellow shirt smudged with grease. He seemed more concerned with his purple-tipped, spiked black hair, however, tweaking a few strands before disappearing into the vents of another locker.

“Yeah, he’s pretty grimy,” Ila agreed.

“Look at that, both sides of Accessories Group hard at work,” Eberhardt said a few minutes later, pointing to a blond with an eyebrow ring tugging at an overstrained belt buckle. Passing by in the other direction, a brunette with her hair in a neat bun tried to help a belt that was barely holding a pair of oversized, baggy jeans from sliding to the floor.

Ila chuckled, watching the older fairy from the Order Division, who didn’t seem to be having as much fun as the blond. Her mother said being a chaos fairy was a phase most young fairies went through. As soon as you turned fifty and could sign up for full duty, it was terrible to think of pulling Order duty. If you even mentioned doubting the need for Order, you’d get a lecture from the older fairies about the dangers of Unbalance, which eventually affected the humans, with disastrous results.

But order seemed so pointless. In chaos, at least you did something, while order was a battle against gravity, physics, time, and the humans themselves. Ila smoothed her faded, frayed, and comfortable jeans, watching the Order fairy sweat in a button-up shirt and slacks.

“See you,” she waved goodbye to Eberhardt and dropped from the lockers. Weaving above the crowd, her gaze trained downward, she looked for a target—a loosened buckle on a high heel strap—and dove into the crowd.

She had a job to do, after all.

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I believe in the Chaos Division. I can picture them, hair dyed in the most eye-watering colors of the rainbow, pierced and tattooed, dressed in something like if Hot Topic had 90% of its black replaced with that same blinding rainbow of colors. I’m certain one was smirking at me when I went knee-first into a wall, proudly watching a job well done.

I’m less sure about the Order Division. I might need more proof.

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About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

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  1. bellesogni says:

    Reblogged this on Eagle Wings Soaring.

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