MISHA LOVED THE WINDY Wood Café and tried to eat there at least once or twice a week. Stepping inside was like stepping into nature, as the fauns and centaurs took care of its patrons. The exterior of the building matched the rest of the city’s look, but once a person passed through the entrance, they were in a woodland area with leaves falling from trees and small birds flitting around. The sun peeked through the canopy of branches above, a part of the magic used to create the façade, and Misha could even feel a cool breeze blowing through the trees to tousle her hair, causing wisps to float around her ears and across her forehead. Tables and chairs resembling parts of fallen trees perched around massive oaks and elders, and the forest floor offered a slight spring to a person’s step as t
