You discover that the trail branch leads to a cave behind the waterfall. Delighted, you watch the the waterfall roaring past the cave, sprinkling the cave with rainbows. As you turn, you see a dark-haired girl with a book in her hand looking at you. "Well met, traveler," she says as she puts down her book, called My Poetry, and her quill pen.
"I am Stella Maris, the local WebWitch here, founder of Ashling's Forest. I hope you find magic here, for I live with magic and I wish to share it-but only with those who are willing. This is my favorite place to write. Merry part, and may we merry meet again, traveler. Explore."
"stillness: deep, quiet,
honey-golden breaths, in a room
that is the essence of home,
welcoming, to sunlight and to
humans, drenched in
amber light.
faery-friend, leaving spaces
clear for dancing, behind the
velvet curtains and the
tall window
and the wood that looks
honeyed in those few
sweet moments just after
the sunrise. when the light
is more golden and pure
than the sun.
when light could be
mistaken
for love."
You blink, recovering from your shock, and you realize that the girl is gone. Where, it is impossible to see. You decide to go back.
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