Chapter 4
The clay road materialized beneath Pembroke’s hooves and he bucked off the elf. The elf rolled, landing with a soft whump in a mossy meadow. Insects chirped beneath the fronds. Birds sang as they swooped to and fro through the air, ducking into the wild blueberry bushes lining a lush forest.
The sun sat perched high in the cerulean sky, beaming warmth and light.
The elf raised its head. A butterfly with blue wings landed in the palm of its hand.
“Oh…my…” it exclaimed in a whisper.
The elf remained still, so as not to scare off its guest. Its head tilted to the side, almost as if it was afraid its breath would tatter the papery wings. Ice water dripped from the elf’s nail beds and out of its ear holes. Pembroke saw barely more than a ridge of cartilage was left of its pointy
