For seven years, Etain existed as a butterfly, flitting from place to place without a home of her own.
It soon became the norm for fairies to be pictured as the size of buttercups and daisies, flitting about on gossamer wings and hidding under toadstools.
The Celts also held that to see a butterfly flitting about at night was a bad omen, one that foretold of impending death.
For example, if you are thinking of doing clouds (a popular nursery theme), you might consider a mural of a sunny garden with fluffy clouds in the sky or angels flitting in and out of thick, lush clouds.
They live a gay life, flitting from flower to flower, sipping the drops of honeydew, without a thought for the morrow.