The fairy friends

Previously

…The sun warmed our wings, and the world felt bright and full of possibility. The Whispering Woods, once a place of apprehension, now held a different kind of magic for me. It was the magic of unexpected friendships, of gentle giants, and of the quiet understanding that even in the deepest, most confusing places, a guiding paw could always be found. I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my tiny fairy heart, that we would visit the Whispering Woods again. And this time, we would remember to look for the kindness that Barnaby had shown us, the kindness that made even the most daunting of adventures end in sunlight.