The boy was frozen.
He was no statue or enchanted being. He want frozen by a curse or anything in the realm of our imaginations. It wasn't even because of the ice cold rain that drenched him to the bone.
The boy was frozen because of what he saw.
His green eyes were locked on the thing with a child like curiosity through the drenched strands of dark hair that dripped down his face. Hs pale, mud stained dress shirt had faded to a light brownish tan from the rain. His mouth hung half open as he saw what he saw, rain running down his face and getting into his mouth every now and then. He held his right hand in front of him so he could easier see the thing he was looking at.
He was looking at the fairy.
The gentle little person looked like she was made of water, made of the rain that fell around them. She was just now landing on the boy's palm, gently alighting there on one foot, her hand stretched his way. Her plain dress fluttered int the breeze even though it too seemed like water, and her semi-transparent butterfly wings dripped water off them at each flap. He cocked her head, returning the boy's look of curiosity with two small, rounded eyes of pale grey.as her foot touched the boy's hand, her skin rippled. The boy gasped slightly at the fairy's gentle, cool touch.
They both knew this was the start of something great.