•Thunoa South Road•
[Ovelia's POV]
The comforting rhythm of the wagon wheels was the only sound for a long moment, the quiet punctuated by the distant cry of a jay. The shared laughter was already a cherished memory, but a nagging thought, cold and insistent, began to poke at the edges of my contentment. My eyes scanned the wagon's interior, moving over the familiar figures of Ace, Ann, and Ray. Something was missing. Someone.
The fairy.
As if summoned by my very thought, a weight—no heavier than a sparrow—settled on my shoulder. A faint shimmer of displaced air, a smell of honeysuckle and morning dew.
"Are you looking for me?" his voice whispered, a dry rustle of leaves directly by my ear.
I started, my head turning so quickly my neck protested. Perched on the shoulder of my dress was the tiny fairy, his prism wings twitching faintly.
