7  Santana: A Fairy’s Secret

The sky was a crystal blue as Mia and Little Bird journeyed into the green, whispering hills of northern Madeira. In the distance, Mia saw small, colorful triangle-shaped rooftops peeking through fields of wildflowers.

“What are those, Little Bird? They look like fairy houses!”

“We’ve reached Santana,” he chirped. “Come and see!”

Mia skipped through the meadows, her dress brushing against blossoms in every hue. The air smelled sweet and earthy, like spring in full bloom.

They arrived at a cluster of charming little homes—triangular with thatched roofs, white walls, and bright red doors. They looked like something from a storybook.

“Let’s knock!” Mia said, curious. She gently tapped on a door, and Little Bird pecked at the tiny bell above it.

To their surprise, the door creaked open—but no one was there.

“Hello?” Mia called.

Suddenly, a burst of sparkly dust appeared, and with it, a tiny figure emerged—delicate wings, pointed ears, and a crown of flowers.

“Welcome, Mia,” said the glowing figure. “I’m Luana, Princess Fairy of Santana. Come inside.”

Mia stepped into the cozy house, eyes wide with wonder.

“Are these fairy homes?” she asked.

“Not quite,” Luana giggled. “These are traditional Santana houses. People used to live in them—families, farmers, even animals. Today, they show visitors the crafts and traditions of our past.”

“But why the triangle shape?”

“To keep the rain out,” explained Luana. “The slanted roof lets the water slide right off. Clever, isn’t it?”

Mia smiled. She loved learning about the island’s history, especially from someone with wings.

As they said goodbye, Luana handed Mia a flower made of woven straw. “For your next adventure,” she whispered.

Mia twirled through the wildflower fields, her heart fluttering like a fairy’s wings.