Her song is sad yet irresistibly seductive. Her kiss is cold, tasting of earth. Her hands caress you, hold you, pull you down into the chill waters.
The Fideal sings as she walks through the reeds, calling out to her next lover… leaving you downhe water’s cold depths, eyes unseeing, weeds in your mouth…”
Long ago, my dad got me Brian Froud’s book “Good Faeries, Bad Faeries” and the Fideal was my favorite. He even wrote me her song.