Lara Bergen: Disney Fairies : Art Lessons by Bess

IF YOU HEAD toward the second star on your right and fly straight on till morning, you’ll come to Never Land, a magical island where mermaids play and children never grow up.

When you arrive, you might hear something like the tinkling of little bells. Follow that sound and you’ll find Pixie Hollow, the secret heart of Never Land.

A great old maple tree grows in Pixie Hollow, and in it live hundreds of fairies and sparrow men. Some of them can do water magic, others can fly like the wind, and still others can speak to animals. You see, Pixie Hollow is the Never fairies’ kingdom, and each fairy who lives there has a special, extraordinary talent.

Not far from the Home Tree, nestled in the branches of a hawthorn, is Mother Dove, the most magical creature of all. She sits on her egg, watching over the fairies, who in turn watch over her. For as long as Mother Dove’s egg stays well and whole, no one in Never Land will ever grow old.

Once, Mother Dove’s egg was broken. But we are not telling the story of the egg here. Now it is time for Bess’ tale.…

“JUST A SMIDGE more yellow — that’s it!”

Bess fluttered back from her latest painting to get a better look. Her studio was, as usual, a mess. Open tubes of paint lay on her table, and the cloths she used to wipe her hands were stained with dozens of yellow fingerprints. But Bess didn’t see any of that. While she was hard at work on a painting, she had eyes for nothing else.

This particular painting was very special to Bess, who was Pixie Hollow’s busiest art-talent fairy. Although she often painted portraits or still lifes, she liked to experiment. Other fairies didn’t always understand her more abstract paintings. But Bess loved the freedom of expressing herself this way.

Slowly Bess turned upside down in midair. Her brown hair dangled upon her palette. A few strands fell into the paint, but Bess didn’t notice.

She was deep in thought when she was startled by a voice.

“Bess!” Lily, a garden-talent fairy, appeared at the door of Bess’ tangerinecrate studio. “Did you hear?”

Bess, embarrassed to have been caught behaving oddly, quickly fluttered right-side-up again. Too late, she glimpsed at the yellow paint in her hair and quickly brushed it away from her face.

Lily didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Big news,” she said. “A laugh is coming. You know what that means!”

“An arrival!” Bess clapped her hands. “How exciting!”

Every time a baby laughed for the first time, the laugh floated straight to Never Land. There, the laugh turned into a brand-new fairy or a sparrow man. Each arrival was cause for celebration. New arrivals meant new friends. They also meant a friendly kind of contest between all the different talent groups of fairies. Each talent group always wanted another member. The light-talent fairies needed help catching sunbeams, and the mining talent fairies needed help digging. The cooking-talent fairies always hoped for someone else to bake muffins, and the water-talent fairies were eager to teach their best charms.

Naturally, Bess hoped the new fairy would be an art-talent fairy. She hurriedly wiped her hands and went to join Lily. She left her mess behind her. But who could worry about that? An arrival was coming!

At the lagoon, a crowd had gathered. Fairies and sparrow men laughed and hugged one another. It felt almost like a party.

Lily and Bess landed in the middle of the group. Leo, an art-talent sparrow man whose specialty was painting murals, waved to them. “Do you think we’ll get a new art-talent fairy this time?” he asked Bess. “We haven’t had anyone in ages. It’s our turn!”

“I wouldn’t mind having somebody else to enjoy the gardens with,” Lily said.

“The island’s magic knows best,” Bess said firmly.

“Look!” cried light-talent fairy Fira, blazing brightly as she darted above the others. “Here it comes!”

A tiny shimmer of light flickered overhead. Bess felt the air shiver with anticipation. The laugh fluttered downward, shifting from blue to pink to purple. It burst open to reveal a flash of sparkles — and a brand-new fairy!

She blinked several times, as if in surprise. The new fairy was very tiny, and she had thick, messy, curly hair in the brightest shade of red Bess had ever seen.

At this point, most new arrivals stepped forward and introduced themselves. But the new fairy did not. Instead she stood where she had landed, twirling a lock of red hair around her fingers.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Fira, who had taken care of new fairies before, asked kindly, “Can you tell us who you are?”

‘I–I think I can.” The new fairy scratched the side of her head. Then the answer came to her. “My name is Scarlett!”

Fira smiled in encouragement. “Welcome to Pixie Hollow, Scarlett.”

“It’s good to be home!” Scarlett paused. “This is my new home, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is,” said Fira as she took Scarlett’s hand.

Bess, along with all the others, murmured their encouragement. Apparently the trip to Never Land had confused Scarlett a bit! But that was all right. Lots of fairies weren’t sure how to behave at first.

Fira said, “Tell us, Scarlett — what is your talent?”

All the fairies and sparrow men leaned closer, eager to hear the answer.

“I’m an art-talent fairy,” Scarlett said.

All the art-talent fairies cheered, and Bess hurried forward with the others to greet her. “How wonderful!” said Quill, an art-talent fairy who worked as a sculptor. “We’re so glad you’re one of us.”

“Pixie Hollow is a wonderful place to create art,” Leo explained. “I work on murals of the landscape. Bess here paints all kinds of beautiful pictures. Quill carves amazing statues. Whatever you want to do here, you’ll find all the help you need.”

Bess asked, “So what is it that you do, Scarlett? Are you a painter, like me? What kind of art will you create?”

Scarlett thought for a moment before she shrugged. “I have no idea.”

Bess and Quill looked at each other, confused. How could Scarlett not know what kind of art-talent she had? Most fairies knew precisely what their specialties were from the moment they first arrived.

“What’s the matter?” Scarlett asked innocently. She began picking up twigs from the ground and twirling them into her hair. The twigs stuck out in every direction. “Is something wrong?”

“Of course not,” Bess said, but she didn’t quite mean it. Scarlett didn’t know her specialty, and she seemed to behave oddly.

There was no other way to say it: The new fairy was weird .