Thus began the great quest of Sally the fairy.
Most arduous was the journey she undertook, to distant treetops where she encountered creatures with hearts both fair and foul. In the lower branches of an oak, she was set upon by a sparrow. She was startled so that as she made her escape the twigs tangled her hair terribly, obliging her to spend the rest of the day restoring her appearance. It was another fairy, living alone in the top of a beech, who finally knew of a Safekeeper and gave her direction.
After many days of dodging rain and squirrels, she came at last to a place beyond any she'd seen before, a place where there were no more treetops at all. The ground stretched to the horizon beneath a coat of plants like fur, and before it there ran a wide river.
It was on the bank of the river that the Safekeeper could be found. Sally the fairy most bravely discovered the lair of the scaly river beast, where it grumbled and growled on a heap of its shed scales. Much could be said in praise of Sally the fairy's cleverness in throwing a pebble into the river as a distraction, and when that failed, of her speed in seizing one of the scales and darting away. The beast, unwilling to leave its treasured pile and with no magic of the sort to stop her, merely roared after her as she flew.
With the magic of the scale protecting her, Sally the fairy had quite a pleasant journey back. In addition, the underside of the scale was bright enough to use as a mirror. Thus, it was in great splendor that she made her triumphant return.
Long and loud rang the cheers, long and merry was the celebration. The scale was installed as Safekeeper of the newly named Fairy Village, this having been chosen days ago as a more fitting name than Fairyland. Sally the fairy graciously granted her old house to the continued use of the messenger beetles, and received a new one that was quite fine.
“Bouncing bubbles!” she was heard to say as she retired to the mirror-lined chambers of her home. “I believe that's as much traveling as I shall ever do. Next time Miss Manywarts can go herself.”
And so, with the help of a great many combs and powders, she lived rather happily indeed.