* Autumn Soul Field * Here is my O.C., Fairesteens: They live in the palm of your hand. They rarely come out, and when they do, all you can see is thier soul. Until, on the day of their birth, you are wishing upon a star, and this is when your life with your Fairesteen begins: "He shall dance about and his soul shall be so bright: his wings shall have colour." The colour that your Fairesteens wings are is what his name is from that day on. You may cetainly ask me questions. Co3