The bugbear felt a sudden bit of whimsy and pulled out a small pinch of powder from his storage satchel. He sprinkled this over her and it turned to a glittering dust as it touched her skin, making his pet almost luminous in the starlight. He smiled as she twirled, suddenly overcome by joy. He loved how easy it was to watch her moods shift.

The seventy year old, petite and happily youthful elf darted forward and climbed a tree just in front of her handler, reaching down to lift a small sack from his shoulder.

She presumed the owner of the voice to be one of the kalutai, the thick furred, hunch backed creatures every civilized creature feared ever to encounter.

It might be said that autumn in Maine is God’s way of exploding his creativity into the universe.