"Time underwater is not measured as life is calculated above the sea; however for the sake of the residents of land and air in their anticipation of the new birth, the Faerie Maiden of the Sea is preparing each sprite of the forest with sea wings of turquoise blue to carry the little faerie into Nowhere."
As Gretta fumbled to turn the following page of the mysterious book, she heard a gurgling, bubbling sound from the pond...
Sketch by Anita
Song on Playlist: The Little Fountain on harp