The children grinned at each other. To most, it just looked as though a fog was rolling in, but they knew better. The time was right. Their old dragon friend had returned and was sending smoke signals from his cave.
dewdrop cups
It had been a dry spring, but the morning dew still brought moisture to the forest. The tiniest of newborn fairies were nervous to fly up and catch themselves a dewdrop, so the nearby hazel cupped its leaves to capture the droplets for them. When they were full the leaves leaned down to let the fairy babies to sip their fill and grow up fat and fey.
true friendship
He looked down, pretending their words hadn’t hurt him. The moss growing upon him for the past century or so knew better. It couldn’t think of anything to say, so it hugged him a little tighter and let him know he wasn’t all alone.
Jennifer Shelby 