Fail On Cue - Am I witty yet?

He is freaking adorable.
He is my favourite thing about the Christmas ADVENTure.
I hate how he gets treated. (I’m aware they are joking but jokes can still be wrong)
I hope one day people stop hash-tag killing him.  

Hi Tumblr. This is the beginning to s story that I am writing. I’m looking for a bit of feedback. If you guys like it then say so and maybe I can post some more tidbits in the future.

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Olivia looked into the stars as she lay in her backyard one night. The grass around her felt damp in the cold air and the stream a few minutes from the gate could faintly be heard running along. Her dog lay on his back as well, mimicking Olivia’s body as she sighed heavily.

“Ivy Dowe, get off the ground!” Her Mother stood in the doorway to their home with a frantic and flustered look on her face. “Get in the house.”

Olivia looked at her Mother. She was a frail looking lady. Most people had thought she had gone insane. All the Dowe women were thought to be insane. Her Mother had shocking red hair that hung loosely around her face, with just a hint of a wave. “Have you ever seen a fire fly while you were looking at the stars and just thought, ‘Why is that star moving?’?” Olivia looked back at the stars. “I mean, you know it isn’t a star but it just looks like it could be for that one second. And for that one second something as ordinary as a firefly becomes as extraordinary as a star.”

“Ivy, please!” her Mother looked around anxiously. “It isn’t safe at night.”

“But the night seems like the safest time. In light beauty can blind you, but everything shows its true face in the dark.” Even as she said this Olivia was standing. She knew exactly why her Mother was so nervous; it was the same reason why Olivia was so curious.

When Olivia was a small girl, probably 3 or 4, she had wandered past the ornate gate at the back of their home in Scotland. The gate was carved by hand by her Granda and had symbols etched throughout. The fence reached high up into the air. Though, the gate probably only seemed so high because Olivia, as it turns out, was so small at the time. Looking back at it the gate must have been only 6 feet tall.

Olivia had walked the 15 feet past the gate that led to a wondrous river. It gurgled along lazily bringing with it a beautiful song. Not a song of instruments. But the song that forms when birds, wind, river and silence mix together in that perfect way. Before she could help it Olivia was walking slowly into the river. It was deep to her then, but it must have only been 2 or so feet at the deepest part. She had just gotten waist deep when she heard her beautiful nature song shattered by her Mother’s shriek.

“Ivy! Don’t move! Don’t move, just stay where you are!” Olivia turned to see her Mother frozen in fear by the gate. Olivia couldn’t understand why she was filled with such terror. “Slowly step toward me. Slowly move back.” Her Mother’s voice was barely a breath. Just loud enough that Olivia could hear, but soft enough that should the wind have blown the words would have been lost.

Olivia turned to face the opposite side of the stream. Standing on the bank of the other side, a mere 10 feet away, was a small thing. He looked almost like a human, but it couldn’t have been. He had the slightest tint of green to his pale skin. His eyes were bulbous and black. The hair that hung from his head was stringy and looked to be soaked in blood. He was Olivia’s height as far as she could tell. But she thought a lot of people were her height then. He was wearing the clothing of a soldier and he had his left hand raised to Olivia. A hand that matched the colour of his hair.

Olivia had backed slowly away from the creature until she was close enough that her Mother grabbed her. She was whisked back into the gate, but Olivia glanced out of the gate just in time to see a tall and beautiful woman placing her hand on the green things shoulder. The woman had long blonde hair that swirled around her feet and she was wearing a dress that looked like it was made of forest flowers. Her beauty was so overwhelming that it hurt to look at her. The woman was looking directly at Olivia with a smile; a smile that screamed for Olivia to hide her face. But Olivia stared back, unafraid of this too pretty woman with long blond hair, until the gate slammed shut.

After that day Olivia and her Mother moved out of their old Scottish home in the old Scottish village. They lived in various places around the world but none quite as magical as the rolling hills, vast fields, dark lochs and heavy mists of Scotland. No matter where they had gone Olivia wondered what had happened. She was captivated by her curiosity and unwilling to forget that day no matter how much her Mother had begged her to.

Now, just before Olivia turned 18, her Mother reluctantly agreed to move back to Scotland due to the fact that Olivia’s Granda had fallen ill and her Gran just couldn’t do everything alone. Olivia and her Mother had just arrived at the home that night. She said hello to her Gran and kissed her Granda’s hand while he slept. She raced upstairs and put her stuff in her new old room and then she walked outside.

She lay on her back with the large gate wide open and her dog Lawrence by her side staring at the stars waiting for the inhuman woman. But all that came was the worried sound of her Mother.