| Fern hurried quickly across the street to the bus stop to wait.
A
weed sprite was singing about the sunshine it’s voice like that of all
fairies was hauntingly beautiful, but fairly childish, Fern supposed
that Weed spirits didn’t have long to live and so were most likely more
immature than most other fairies if that was at all possible. Fern
couldn’t make out most of the words though she did manage to figure out
that he was praising the sun for cracking the sidewalk to let more
weeds grow through. Fern wondered if the little spirit knew that humans
would pave over the sidewalk again leaving him temporarily without a
home. She wondered what happened to the dozens of weed spirits without
homes that must exist every time a street was repaved. She knew that
when trees were cut down tree spirits found their way into wooden
objects such as walls and floorboards where they would act like
poltergeists, though the ones in the place she’d been living now had
been pacified and so were fairly boring overall when she even got to
see them.
There
were two people sitting on the bench while sharing a space a large
shadowy troll. Fern shook her head a little, it was still disconcerting
to see both worlds together. Fern closed her eyes for a moment to give
them a break from the overwhelming experience of trying to sort out the
human and the fairy realms.
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