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Griselda eyed the cloud of color as it rolled toward Merrihaven. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew what was coming.
The pixies.
She had mourned all of them after Pleasant Seas was burned to the ground and now, here they were. The cloud drew closer. She and Renny had to shield their eyes from the brilliance.
“Where do you think they've been?” asked Renny, tightening his hold on Leofwin's reigns.
“I don't know, but I assume we're about to find out,” said Griselda.
Hundreds of pixies in various hues zoomed in on Griselda. They frantically swirled around her and she closed her eyes as they bombarded her face with caresses. The sound of tiny bells tinkled, then the pixies flew up to the stable roof. There wasn't a bare spot left. Griselda opened her eyes to find two pixies flut
