The Word
Hedgefairy as a word comes from the derivation of the German word Hexe, meaning witch. On my favourite mug which my mother brought me as a souvenir from England when I was four there’s a picture of a hedgehog and Hedgehog became one of my first learned English words together with Brambly Hedge from the children’s books of the same name. Hedges always fascinated me, they feel like some kind of border, a threshold between a here and a there, while they provide food in autumn, of which I highly approve.
The Girl
Hedgefairy is also just another name for a pan princess and moss daughter also known as Bronwen, or Bonnie for cuter purposes. Sometimes she wishes people would call her Wren, but guesses it’s too late for that now.
She is an early autumn child born on 19th September and even though she loves to dress like a porcelain doll she’s rather a tomboy, always tearing her petticoat.
Grown up in a place somewhere in Germany that looked like the Shire and sometimes in the big bad city, too, she wandered north 2007, staying in Frankfurt permanently for two years to attend a school focused on fine arts and moved on in 2009 to a town of fairy tales and stairs taken right out of a children’s book illustration. Marburg (which resembles Ankh-Morpork quite well) is where she lives in a small white house in a green lane between the riverbanks and world’s edge together with four flatmates of their very own kind, Bambi, his two rabbits and the Elken One (formerly known as Satyr).
The Hedgefairy enjoys the colours of spices, Anne of Green Gables in words and motion as well as The Dresden Files, Steampunk, Mori Girl, Lolita, Downton Abbey, Jane Austen and Discworld, a wide and strange array of music and blogs, crafting and DIY, curry, chocolate, toads, otters, ravens, climbing and several martial arts, culture studies and archeology, translating Old Irish texts, fairytales, musicals and Firefly, several RPGs and LARP.
The Term “Princess”
Princess Skye’s late ideal appealed to me the moment I read about it. I may not be the princess everyone’s expecting with my love for corduroy trousers, wildwood dancing and hiding behind books. I never wanted to be the princess to be rescued when I was little but always a knight with sword and shield and a dragon friend, so I grew up to be a warrior princess, being able to take care of myself – well, myself.
The Code
~ A Princess inspires others to follow their hopes and dreams through pursuing her own.
~ A Princess greets everyone with a welcoming smile, melting the hearts of friends and disarming her enemies.
~ A Princess has dignity, which protects her from the opinions and spite of ignorant people.
~ A Princess always looks beautiful, even when she is asleep.
~ A Princess aims for perfection in every step.
~ A Princess should be given fresh flowers everyday, even if she has to give them to herself.
~ A Princess grows in recognition and stature in proportion to how much she treats others as royalty.
~ A Princess reflect’s her inner beauty in her aesthetic choices.
~ A Princess goes to war against the violence of incivility with the weapons of etiquette and prodigal generosity.
~ A Princess lives each day from the heart, expressing herself freely and treasuring every moment.
~ A Princess has the right to spend her funds on beautiful things she does not need because beauty in itself is priceless.
~ A Princess should follow her heart and believe in her dreams, even if the whole world seems to be against her.
~ A Princess respects her environment and nurtures the beauty of nature.
~ A Princess is never too busy to give a kind word or smile where it is needed.
~ A Princess’s most precious jewel is Hope, which lights her darkest days and shows her the beauty in every soul she meets.
(Princess Skye, now The Lost Princess)
