The blue fairy= a White dwarf (the collapsed star sort)
*Remember Reul Ghorm can be translated as blue star in old gealic
*If you look at a picture of a star that has collapsed into a white dwarf,
it does not look white, it looks blue
*She is associated with dwarfs because she is small-
and is connected with dwarf Grumphy through Nova
*Nova is also a name of a collapsing star- the super nova, but that is of a more clumsy kind
A white dwarf produces no new energy (no new magic?) it is running out cooling down, dying- meanwhile if it is close enough to other stars it can suck the energy or mass from them and become so heavy that they collapse even more and become a black hole. :ugeek:
Blue Fairy is trying to suck some new energy/new magic by entering real world in an attempt to stay alive. But a white dwarf is infact already a dead star.
Something else:
The Stolen Child- by William Butler Yeats
This poem was used in the movie A.I. wich was an interpretation of pinnochio
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
In this poem fairies are seen as something vile, something that lures human children into the dark forest. Only to grab them and keep them, for themselves. Because they need it, they crave something living. because life is what they do not have themselves and what is more alive then a new little child.
Much like the above star or even the black hole sucking and demanding more and more. A hole that can never be filled…Da da da DAAAMM !! 😈