| The
weed spirit was bouncing on the sidewalk now as apparently the sun
wasn’t cracking it apart fast enough, and his antics caused Fern to
give a little smirk which the spirit sensed. The little fairy spun on
Fern and flew at her face sending out a stream of curses forcing Fern
to duck.
“So you can see me,” the fairy scowled. “With which eye?” the little spirit demanded.
Fern’s
heart started to race as she realized that meant the fairy was trying
to find out if he needed to blind her in both eyes or one of them.
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