Excert From A Faerie Story

Samiera sat on the ground, her legs crossed in front of her, her mind deep in meditation. She had issues with meditation.
Suddenly, she heard a noise. Her eyes darting back and forth, she scurried up the nearest tree and began to whisper words of protection. But before she had finished, she smelled it; a delicious smell that made her mouth water. She jumped from the tree and landed lightly on her feet and followed her nose.
Then she stopped. There, lying gently on top of the yummy smell, or rather mingling with it, she picked up a very familiar scent; faerie.
She wondered vaguely if perhaps this could all be a trap. A trap from the Faerra, maybe?
But that smell was way too tasty. She couldn’t ignore it.
She moved rapidly through the trees, limiting herself to jumping and taking flight for only a few second, rather than full-out flying. Her wings still hurt from the abuse she had issued them last night, when she had searched the forest for the Faerra. Just in case.
The scent was getting stronger. She wanted to wrap herself up in it. It was just so awesome.
Her nose working overtime, she followed the most direct path of the smell. It was getting stronger…and stronger…
“Um, excuse me?”
Samiera gasped. Had her jump taken her one foot further, she would have half-flown into a boy. A beautiful boy. Sasierra knew instantly that he had been the scent she’d smelled. She took another step and sniffed.
“You should go,” the boy said. He turned away.
“What?” Samiera said, completely dazed. She shook herself mentally. “Why?” she asked, in a more down-to-earth tone.
He shook his head. “You don’t know who I am.”
“No.” Samiera’s sharp eyes scanned him, looking for a clue, and clue, as to who he was…
And then she saw it.
On the back of his left hand.
“Aikrn faerie,” she said cautiously and softly. She felt excitement bubbling up in her stomach. She wasn’t going to be alone anymore…
Stop. She thought to herself. She needed to relax. There was the possibility that this delicious-smelling boy wasn’t an Aikrn at all. This could be something totally ridiculous, like some new fad at his faerie school or something.
Or, even worse; there was the possibility that he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her. She remembered being a very small faerie, when her older meka would tell her fantastic and terrible stories about Aikrn faeries. She said that many of them went crazy, and wanted nothing to do with faeries, or anything. Some of them gave up their powers entirely and tried to live as a dreo. Some of them killed any other faeries they met, even other Aikrns, tearing off their wings first. Ouch.
Samiera started to wonder whether or not this was a good idea. But he smelled so tasty!
“Yes. Aikrn.” He turned and glared at Samiera. “And what? You think that you’re so much better than me, you and your precious Faerra,” he hissed. “They said I was evil. I’m sure that you agree, yeah? Because whatever the Faerra says is law. Even my frea wouldn’t try to save me. So you just go running home to Marrie and tell her that you saw a super-scary Aikrn faerie, okay? And leave me alone.” He took a deep breath and let it out.
“Calm yourself!” Samiera said. Wow. She couldn’t believe she had really just said that. She supposed she got it from Leah, the dreo girl who’s house was nearby her home in the forest. Leah went around telling random things to ‘calm themselves’.
“Is that really what you think?” Samiera asked sharply. Yummy smelling or not, no boy was going to talk to her like that! She held up her hand, which had her own burned tattoo from the Aikrn ceremony.
The boy gaped at her form a moment. Sasierra did the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. She started to walk away.
“Wait!” he called. Samiera grinned. She forced her face into a neutral position and then turned back to him.
“Yes?” She asked, feigning impatience.
“I’m sorry. You must know how it is, people acting like you’ve got some disease. And that Faerra…”
“I do know. But I don’t feel the need to pounce on anyone who happens to notice it.”
“I told you I’m sorry.”
“I accept your apology.” The two stood in silence for some time.
“What is your name?” the boy asked Samiera, sounding almost shy.
“I'm Samiera. And you are?”
“I’m Kaern."