Secret Collection

The garden hose was caught around Needle’s feet as he hurriedly leapt forward to contain its powerful spray … like a serpent spewing a hard and fast jet of high pressure water the wet nozzle had slipped his grasp and taken on a life of its own. 

The floor was made of malachite - a stone that Dwarves favoured for decorated patios and halls; and a combination of sprayed water with a grinding paste made from cumquat kernels and ground corundum kept the polish on it quite perfectly.

“It's a mystery and a delight just how nicely you keep this place,” said Tu admiringly. Eve was staring into a glass display case littered with dead insects pinned to a back-board. Some of them had rainbow wings and blue iridescent bodies. She thought she saw the leg move on one and heard a click-click from another. 

Eve still could not quite find her bearings having come down the invisible ladder into the house of a Dwarf whose name Puck said was ‘Pine-tara’ … but everyone else called ‘Needles’. Must be because he sticks them through insects she thought sourly. 

He also owned an extensive butterfly collection, which he liked to keep secretly upstairs. Many of the Fay eat insects and he was not going to take any chances with his special boxed sets.

The ladder had delivered them right into Needle’s own home. 

“Breakfast? Lunch? Supper anyone?” he asked obligingly. And then the bustling dwarf commenced to create a generous spread, just like he had for Eve all of those mornings when she had not seen him, or known of his affectionate dedication to serving her. 

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series