Where the Pixies Dance

Previously

…“Yes,” Elara said, her voice clear and unwavering. “I’m ready.” Grumble let out a low chuckle, a sound that was surprisingly devoid of its usual gruffness. “Good. Then follow me, girl. And try to keep up. This old gnome still has a few miles left in him.” He turned and, with surprising agility, began to make his way towards the ancient oak, his staff tapping a steady rhythm on the forest floor. Elara, her heart filled with a mixture of trepidation and newfound determination, followed close behind, the whispers of the forest now singing a more hopeful tune. The quest had truly begun.