Audrey and Abigail were alike in every way that twins could be, save one.  Where Audrey had joined the Sisters of Eepersip for the prestige and the camaraderie of the literary society, Abigail joined because, though she might not admit it aloud, she believed.  She, like the club’s namesake, saw and felt things that couldn’t be explained by the normal, mundane, human perception of the world.  She had hoped that here she could find more than simply an appreciation for the fae-minded author, for her sense of free spirited adventure, her idiosyncratically whimsical yet serious approach to life.

Their first meeting, with all the members decked out in crystal necklaces and green tea lattes, left Abigail feeling uneasy.  It felt more like a mockery than a dedication, a superficial performance of what the sorority believed nature spirits might approve.  Abigail knew the fae would sooner roll their eyes and send ants to ruin the picnic.

“You know,” she ventured, “she did have a sister.  Eepersip, I mean.”

Audrey shot her a glance.

“Fleuriss?” one of the girls said, raising an eyebrow.  “Of course.”

A couple others shifted uncomfortably, as though they had not actually realized there was source material for their group’s title.

“Eepersip left her,” Abigail said, “she brought her back to their parents.  She couldn’t handle the domestication of the girl, and knew she could only be truly wild if she was alone.”

“She also knew that Fleuriss preferred domestication,” came the counter.

“Then, if we’re meeting to celebrate the fantastic, why name yourselves after the character who preferred the earthly?”

There was a pause.  Finally, one of the other girls ventured,

“It sounds really cool, doesn’t it?”

Everyone laughed.

Everyone, except Abigail.