Between the wide bright blue and the gradational flames, two elves instantly united for the first of many adventures. The streets provided them ornaments and satchels as they glided on cool air up the well-worn and spiraling trail. In the wooded sanctuary they spied on flame-orange mushrooms and told stories beneath oak and sun. On the road home, they were chased from the bog by a battalion of rake-wielding boys. The two elves stopped along the way to gaze at giant cottonwoods, the largest of which sparkled with waves of energy, as did the whole surrounding woods. The pair stood mesmerized at the dazzling dance of air, wood, water, and light. Beneath a bridge, the water projected waving illusions of sheer fabric and ghostly webs. At home, the magic words were spoken, opening the gates of golden friendship.

To be continued...