At dusk, the fairies left silver footprints on the dewy grass.

At dusk, a mischievous fairie darted between the flower beds, leaving a trail of shimmering dust.

In the hush of twilight, the old oak seemed to open a door into fairy, where time moved differently.

She wandered into the garden wearing a fairy cloak, as if moonlight had sewn it herself.

Children whispered that hair fairies visited at night to untangle knots and sprinkle a little shine.

Children left their lost teeth under pillows in hopes that tooth fairies would visit during the night.

His off with the fairies demeanor worried his coworkers.

At dusk, the children liked to pretend the tall grass hid prairie fairies who guided lost travelers.

She seemed away with the fairies during the meeting.

On warm summer nights, the villagers whispered stories about the southern fairies who danced among the mangroves.