Katherine had been right. At the end of some idle chit chat that held no stakes between them, the easeful tea cradled Arabella's entrails into a cozy sleep with the last thing on her mind, the many erudite lines that had graced her eyes.
But the deeper through the layers of slumber she fell, the further away those drew.
Her plan to distract herself from everything that had happened bore its fruits. That night, she first dreamt of frolicking through the valley, her hands still tingling from the warm and squishy squirrel she'd hugged.
The fairies shone as bright as stars in the distance, but their glow dimmed, mingling with the balmy sunlight the closer to her they fluttered.
The faces of Floriel and Ariel were in the frontlines; the rest surrounded her figure and chirped merrily. Some of them would pick single strands of her hair each and wave them around.
"Oh dear! You're bleeding!" Floriel had gasped, clasping her little hands over her mouth.
