THE INHABITANTS OF POMENIA
In the Fairy Dreamland Pomenia everyone still has their own magic, different from anyone else’s. Some Pomenians have their magic hidden in the stars, some hold theirs in the flowers of Posy Meadow and some in a softly sung song, in a heartbeat, in the tangles of their hair or the winds of the storm, at the very tip of their shoe or in the leap of their dance. Magic can be found in quarrels, dirt, and mud, everywhere and all around. Nobody mumbles “I cannot, I should not, I dare not” in Pomenia. Such thoughts are left aside and left to drift past. Pomenians do what they will. And often that is doing nothing at all!
You can sit quietly in Pomenia, even grass grows on its own. You can dance with your shadow or let Sunsmile and Mastermoon grow nests in your hair. Fairies love to curl up for naps in nests made of tangled hair. Friendship has a special glow in Pomenia, sparkling crimson and orange like a sunrise. When friends meet, they laugh and dance like falling leaves. This is Pomenia: deep and clear, love.