Sun Mote Copse we are biding our time, for these myths to unwind

Elfie was not sure about flowers and he had no idea, what a tiara was, but wishing for something as substantial as food seemed very rational to him. He did not say much after that, walking with Weejay in a comfortable silence. Now and then he would start with "hey, look at that!" - there was a surprisingly vast amount of things for a young boy to deem them exceptional and special. That keen interest in every detail would wear away as he got older and more experienced, and yet of many things he would forget about his early childhood, this moonlit walk he would always remember fondly. It would stand out as a bright little star in the overcast sky of mourning, sadness and difficulties, which were to plague him in the next following months.

The tell-tale sound of rushing water told the kids that they were near to their destination. But rather than going there straight away, Elfie stopped nearby a small pool, which was - in fact - a deep sink-hole, that had formed a long time ago. He looked at the moon above his head through narrowed eyes, then his gaze turned back to the surface of the still water, where he saw a sharp, clear and exact reflection of the celestial body. He smiled and looked at Weejay: "I think we have found our fish." 

Maybe we can finish this in a post or two?