Meanwhile in Faerie Land: Tu and Goober were having a catch up - the kind you have where a special space in the universe incorporates just the two of you perfectly. There is great solace in such moments of confiding - the confidence that comes with the sharing of a confidence - and although Goober had never fought in an army and Tu had not the far reaching memories of the seasoned Elvish, they had found a common ground, those two souls there together in Faerie.
“Here” said Goober, “take some of this with you” he motioned, picking up a handful of dirt and putting it into Tu’s rucksack directly.
“What is that?” the young Monk asked.
“Faerie dust,” said Goober … “most useful in the Mortal world - but you would be wise to use it sparingly - a little is all yer need.”
Tu was just about to ask him as how to use this dust, when Goober disappeared in front of him, without warning, right before his eyes.
Tu turned around thinking that Goober was hiding, or behind him - he stayed, looking expectantly, for he had grown so used to the tall Elf being at his side. It was unthinkable for him to have gone. And, leave him especially here.
Curiously he did not feel too badly as he might have done. He checked himself and a minute later realised that he was feeling perfectly fine - albeit all alone. The air of
Faerie agreed with him, and his health was restored, his mind was calm, and his composure had returned.
What could possibly go wrong?
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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