Winter was not yet half gone when Fionn soared once more over the patchwork countryside. The landmarks were all much changed by their deep blanket of snow, but he eventually found the right farm. He noticed Jonathan out in the yard, and was unable to resist the impish urge to land right next to him. He jumped at the sound of Fionn’s wings, and then jumped again to see him.
“Hi! Hope it’s all right that I’m a little early,” He said. “Thankfully this little adventure didn’t take me long.”
“I, uh…No, that’s fine! It’s good to see you!” said Jonathan. He was nearly as stunned as he’d been on the day Fionn had left. Even though he’d said he would return, Johnathan hadn’t really expected him to. What could there possibly be to draw somebody like Fionn to a place like his farm, to a person like
