Promising Changes

My name is Tamsin Vale and… Things are getting better. They’re not all better. That’s not possible in the weeks since I made the deal with all fairies. A little better.
I have hope we might not completely self-destruct, so that’s better than where we were over the summer at least. And I think fairies are starting to see me as a person more. What I was willing to do for them gave them a smack upside the head and brought them out of their own fears.
Somewhat. It’s definitely going to be a long road to make progress, but that’s expected. I want it all done yesterday and everything better but even if that was possible in a world of magic, the changes would simply crumble later. It took fairies—and supes—years and years to dig themselves into this hole, and it will take a long time to get out of it.
Or so I keep reminding myself.
It’s also time to come clean about something else in my life, and I’m willing to put too much on the line for love… I simply hope it works out better than it has in the past.