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

elfie did not share weejay's delight to have inherited this spectacular green thumb of green thumbs. his loss, considering what magickal powers were waiting to be untapped, all at the tippity tip of weejay's little claws.

noticing elfie's tutu seemed precariously snagged in the bushes, weejay leapt from lilly-pad to the bush, her landing absent of grace. for a second she bumbled over the precipice like a cat that has misjudged the height of the counter, and then she was up and about. touching her nose to a little tendril that had woven itself behind elfie, a vine started to grow, flowers ornantly curled around it as it shaped itself into a perfectly round, immaculate tiara. "to match your dress!" weejay could not help but giggle warmly, delighted at her newfound power.