When Paws Met Pixies

Previously

…“Thank you, Professor Hoot,” Barnaby said, his tail giving a determined thump against the moss. “Go forth, Barnaby,” Professor Hoot advised. “And remember, even the smallest creature can illuminate the darkest corners. Trust in your heart, and your paws will find the way.” With a final, encouraging hoot, Professor Hoot launched himself from the branch, his silent flight disappearing into the twilight gloom. Barnaby watched him go, a renewed sense of purpose filling him. He was on his own again, but he wasn’t entirely alone. He had a destination, a warning, and the quiet wisdom of a very old owl echoing in his mind. The quest for the Sunstone had truly begun.