Roween flew quickly toward the fairy ring. She had been there only days earlier. Nearby, a Hawthorn tree grew. The tree was a source of power for fairies from long ago according to Roween. Although fairies no longer relied on[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
A horse-like form pushed the brush aside, its teeth nibbling on the tender shoots from the ground before the air filled with a contented sigh. “Ah, these tender leaves do taste wondrous. I am happy that nixie knew where to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Roween zipped through the trees, her morning duties already finished. Ron had been kind enough to keep his promise of maintaining the forest in the areas that people visited. She had seen to the rest. Nature was at its best[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
In the forest, Roween darted around the trees, feeling the breeze and warm sun now warming the mid-summer morning. The trees were full, and the animals were nowhere to be found. “The critters scurry, I do not see. What fritters[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
