"Hey, what about those flowers?"
      The male in front of her paused, shoulders perking up at the question, a flutter of his wings. His head swiveled to where her finger pointed, eyes looking for what she meant, and instantaneously his smile fell.
      She was pointing at a bush of flowers. Specifically, a shrub of white trumpet-shaped flowers that points to the sky and flares out at the mouth, its leaves broad and jagged at the margins, and nestled in between are green spiky bulbs of its fruits---they look as if a single prick would sting for days. But the most interesting part? None of the pollinator insects seem to dare to go near it.
      "Uhh... we don't exactly go near those plants," His gaze faltered to the side, "they're poisonous."
      "Well, aren't we garden fairies? Why are they any different?"
      He shrugged, his hand coming up to rub at his neck, "Of course we are, it's just that---well, poisonous plants are poisonous, Y'know?"
That was a little over three years ago now, but since Neverland never ages, who knows how long has it really been.
      In the heart of it, resides Pixie Hollow, a home for all fairies and sparrowmen. Look deeper into Spring Valley, past Buttercup Canyon, near the edge of Lilypad Pond, and you'll find Dara, the first poison-garden fairy and her poisonous garden.
      Here, she houses all the dangerous plants that the land has to offer, she cares for them and maintains them when other garden fairies like her refuse to. She has always been peculiar in that way, making her dresses from foxglove petals instead of roses, her natural immunity to poison ivy, and her affinity for deadly plants.
