The Whispering Woods and the Lost Laughter

Previously

…She looked at the sprites, their fragile forms, their sad eyes. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her belly, that she had to help them. She had to find their lost laughter. And perhaps, just perhaps, her own giggles were the key. The woods might be serious, and the sprites might be sad, but Lily’s laughter, she suspected, was a force all its own, a force that could, with a little encouragement, break even the most stubborn spell. The sprites’ secret sorrow was laid bare, and Lily knew her adventure in the Whispering Woods was far from over. In fact, it felt like it was just beginning.