Morning sunlight filtered through the Murmuring Forest canopy, painting golden dapples across a bed of moss where the phantom fairy, Lysander, and the randy pixie, Bram, were already wide awake.
Lysander, the phantom fairy whose translucent wings shimmered like early mist and left behind a faint trail of starshine that vanished almost as swiftly as it appeared, wafted just above the ground. Below him, Bramโthe randy pixie whose bright red hat sat a bit askew and whose impish grin could spot