First imagine that you are very small. You are the height of a pencil, slight and nimble, with a pair of transparent wings growing from your back. In the mornings your wings are covered with dew, and when you unfurl them the light hits the moisture, causing your wings to gleam as if they were studded with gems.
You live in the Faerie Glen on the Isle of Skye. In Gaelic your home is called Balnaknock, which means the hamlet of the rounded hills. A string of landslides created these mounds, which were smoothed by time and ice. Now they are like magic cones capping a world of never-ending green.
You love the long days of summer most of all, when the sun pushes warmth into the soil and the plants seem to ache with life. You spend each sunset sitting atop the rocky tower known as Castle Ewen, surveying the land and calling to the sheep, who look around dumbly but never see you.