“Where is this Granoldi?” she finally asked.
“He’s in the car having a sleep.”
Sounds promising, she thought wryly to herself, now awoken from her momentary rapture and back into confusion.
“Well then, maybe you should go wake him up and bring him in then,” she said with a sigh. “My spare room’s hardly bigger than a closet”, she then added. “It is safe to have this Granoldi isn’t it?” From his name he sounds like he comes from the continent, she thought.
“Oh yeah, he does come from far away - but he’ll cause you no trouble - probably sleep another month or so I am thinking.” Puck looked around and then said thinking out loud, “I’m going to need a wheelchair.”
The beings of Faerie cannot tele-transport one another as they can themselves or the mortals. It might have something to do with the fabric from which they are made - whatever the reason, even within the material world, they use physical constraints and vehicles, for this purpose.
“I’ll go and see if Lettie has hers left over from her husband still.”
Five minutes later she came back with the sad creaking frame that smelt of old urine.
“Perfect”, said Puck, who took the handle bars and wheeled it to his car. “Won't be long” he called out to the mystified clairvoyant.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

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