My Experience With a Mischievous Fae Spirit

My Experience With a Mischievous Fae Spirit

– Lighthearted chaos, weird disappearances, and a pocket full of glitter –

If you’ve ever worked with the Fae, you already know they don’t play by our rules. They barely acknowledge our rules exist. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for the whirlwind of oddities that came with inviting a particular mischievous fae spirit into my life.

It Started with a Whisper… and a Missing Spoon

The first time I sensed him, I was mid-way through a candle spell. Everything was calm—soft music, incense swirling, the usual. Until plink!—my favorite silver spoon disappeared. Right off the altar. No breeze, no drop, just… gone. I blinked. I looked under everything. Nothing.

And then I heard it: a little titter—like a high-pitched giggle—coming from the windowsill. There was no one there, just a cluster of dried lavender and a little pile of glitter that definitely hadn’t been there before.

That was my first clue.

The Offerings Game

Over the next week, things escalated. My tea would turn pink. My phone wallpaper would change to images of mushrooms. And once, my shoes were filled with rose petals. I started leaving offerings to appease whoever was behind this—milk, honey, tiny bits of chocolate, shiny buttons, berries.

Each morning, they’d be gone. Sometimes replaced with…weird things. A feather dyed blue. A tiny woven ring made of my own hair. One time, a bead that definitely didn’t belong to anything I owned.

His name finally came in a dream: Twyllan (pronounced TWILL-an), a cheeky, clever fae who claimed dominion over “lost things, strange dreams, and giggle-fits at serious times.” I couldn’t help but love him.

Chaos in the Most Unexpected Ways

Twyllan wasn’t malicious. But he was, let’s say…enthusiastic about disrupting patterns. He once rearranged all the keys on my keyboard. Another time, he spelled a message in flower petals on my welcome mat: “You’re too serious today. Skip your chores and dance instead.”

(And I did. I danced barefoot in the living room with candlelight flickering and him cackling invisibly in the corner.)

The Lesson in the Mayhem

What Twyllan really taught me was how to let go. To laugh more. To lean into mystery. His mischief broke up my routines in ways that felt oddly healing. Where other spirits bring structure and protection, he brought absurdity and curiosity—and somehow, that’s exactly what I needed.

Because sometimes, magick doesn’t come in grand visions or solemn rites. Sometimes it comes in glitter footprints across your desk, or the spontaneous urge to sing to a fern. Sometimes, magick is a laugh you didn’t know you needed.

Final Thoughts for Other Fae Friends:

    •    Don’t forget to say thank you. A simple offering, or a whispered “I see you,” goes a long way.

    •    Set boundaries lovingly. Mischievous spirits will push them if you don’t.

    •    Have fun. Seriously. Have some dang fun.

If a spirit like Twyllan ever crosses your path, prepare to lose your socks, your schedule, and your ability to take life too seriously. And trust me… it’ll be worth it.

Let’s Dance,

-Jules Moon