Save the Faeries: Modern Fantasy

The dance of the faeries had no set schedule, no time and place, no rehearsal halls, and no designated lead dancers. It happened when they found themselves in the same area, when the signals their wings fluoresced were right, when the summer air carried the feel of dance in it. It had happened less and less, lately, that Shauna had noticed. When they first moved out to the countryside, they'd seen fairies dancing nearly every week, flitting between the branches of the trees and cartwheeling over a patch of mushrooms, bouncing lightly on flowers and swinging fireflies around until the poor things were so bewildered that their blinking patterns strobed like dance hall disco balls.

Inspiration: Entirely unsure.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Environmental factors are damaging the faerie population somehow. Modern picketers, "Save the faeries!" etc.