***Ella***
I emerge from the tree in the garden and begin to haughtily ascend the garden to the pack house.
I am angry.
A thunder clap sounds in the distance having followed me here all the way from Wellow Forest where the anger began.
As I head up toward the upper area of the garden it starts to rain...or it tries to. It is too cold so it comes down as freezing cold sleet instead. I head towards the cabin with a loud rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning overhead.
"It would be rude not to," I mutter to myself, pausing for a moment to raise my hands to the sky, drawing an incredible amount of energy from the storm into myself. I stop after just two seconds as that is always enough. Thunderstorm energy is a little too wild for this sun loving faerie, at times.
I open the door to
