posted on May, 9 2016 @ 04:13 PM
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Garren the forest boy and Jojopo the goblin marveled at the shed kitchen. The faeries and pixies made them a feast fit for a King. Pesky
sat on the windowsill sipping tea from a tiny flower. "So where is everyone? This place used to be hopping with people and critters. Maybe something
happened to them! Maybe we should go back and try to find them!" Her words spilled forth in quick succession. Night smiled. "They are fine Pesky. They
are near. I can sense them."
"It's a wondrous place you have here Night, but like Hugo that winged wildcat beast, I cannot stay for long. I must have adventure and to roam and be
free." Night placed her coffee cup down on the round glass table and leaned back in the large padded wicker chair. "My new friend, I can assure you
that many adventures await us here, but you may leave at any time."
Garren's blond curls gleamed in the sunlight that streamed from the large windows surrounding the spacious room. "Jojopo, I am of the forest and have
always lived in harmony with the flora and fauna and the many strange and beautiful beings there. I too must roam. Perhaps I should join you...that is
if you don't mind of course." The goblin paused for a moment. "Well, I suppose being here a while may be an adventure in itself. It couldn't hurt to
stay a while. We have plenty of time to leave if that is what we wish."
Night Star stared out of the crystal clear glass and watched as the hummingbirds danced about the flowers with the faeries. Some of the faeries
splashed in the decorative marble water fountain as other birds bathed and preened their colorful wings. In the distance stood a white stag, tall and
proud observing his surroundings. The scent of honeysuckle and roses wafted through the air. The elf delighted in the sun's warmth and light and
sighed with relief. She was home where it was safe and comfortable and beautiful once again.