A Little Hand to Hold

Everything was wrong.That’s all Tallulah knows at first, when her mind comes back from wherever it had gone. There is no pain, but everything is wrong somehow.She can’t see, and even though she can feel the dirt below her that’s all she can feel. There is no familiar pull from the roots below, or the protection given by the blades of grass that cover her tiny form. Even the dirt feels off.Tallulah reaches for her magic, her family needs her and-Nothing.There is no magic to be felt. There is no magic to pull from.Tallulah’s eyes shoot open, and then she sees her dad.He’s smaller than her, so, so much smaller.Everything is wrong.(aka fairies, g/t family, magic, found family, and more family because I am normal)