Its like this: I drop down, into trance and into dark shadowed places with others moving around near me very near, nearer than any but lovers and pets get. And then they are gone, out of the edge of my less then peripherial vision. Its close down there for my sight, but the space is huge because, I go on in the wild spots until I drop down so far I don’t remember I am gone. I see her there, a ebon creature in near photo negative. We love. I come back with instructions, rituals and spells we designed, we performed and best mirrored here now or when the fruits drop off their branches, but yes, done there to be done here. Why do some people see the elves and fairies small? Because they have always come to me tall.
Of course there are short fae too, but this exerpt from my diary is from before I saw them.