Day Seventy-Six
Dear Diary,
It’s my third time holding court as Queen Calla of the Summer Fae. Once again, I recline upon my throne of red flowers in a very big and roof-free chamber.
Although I’ve been sitting here for eight hours, not one summer elf visitor has walked through the doors. Whatever. I still have my parents, Dare, and the Bilge-Oinky complex to keep me company. Oh, and Blond and Blonder returned today as well.
All this lounging around is incredibly boring, which is why I’ve taken to writing in my journal.
Oinky snuffles noises nearby. Only Bilge understands this form of Oinky-talk. After a few minutes, my hobgoblin buddy turns to me. “Oinky wishes to play some more, but only if you approve.”
For his part, Oinky hangs before my throne. At Bilge’s words, the pig shoots m
