Sun Mote Copse [NaWOWriMo] so come sit down, will you talk with me now

Elfie furrowed his brow - he had expressed a compliment to his sister, but she had tossed it right back at him. This was not, how you usually did things. But - oh, well - if his sister did not wish to be Tit or Ania or, whatever that fairy princess was called, it was fine with him. All things considered there was room for one royalty here. And it was him with skirt and crown and the pretty, adorable face (he had never seen his own reflection, but let him think that).

He followed his sister around dutifully, having no particular interest in the plants, but entertaining himself with the extent of Weejay's superpowers. She never did the same thing twice after all.