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

Weejay often would think of Elfie, and though not of this exact moment in particular, in the months that followed would always recall with fondness how he had made her feel. He was her brother, her best friend -- and as she walked among the moonlit reeds and looked at every which thing he called to her attention, for a moment Weejay forgot about how incomplete her life was.

He called her to the side of a bank; a sinkhole, though she knew not its name or origin. The water here was eerily calm; even the reeds that flanked it seemed quiet, as if stilled by the strange air that came here. She looked from the wide reflection of the pool to her brother's face, which had the dancing ripples of watery light canted across it -- he looked familiar and ghostly at once, which captivated her. "What is it?"