My eyes are blue I was minding my own business and I have a little story to tell that a little sugar plum fairy called Scheherazade was standing there I didn’t mean to be mean this is my ninth story on the list but I couldn’t help but stare there was just something about her which is a little bit of magic it was the middle of the story that I couldn’t tell if I was something in her eyes or maybe if it was just something about how Scheherazade looked in my hair the only thing I knew for certain was that there was not another fairy like her in that room the land was very still not a one little fairy