| Torn
by concern she decided that she had to make a donation to the zoo to
make up for her indiscretion, as she stepped through the gate.
Fern
sucked in her breath with wonder as she looked across the zoo grounds.
It didn’t matter how many times she saw something new in the fairy
world she was always amazed by it. The wildness and chaos of the street
was nothing to this, for here fairies from many lands still meet after
having only been in this one for a few years. Those on the street that
had come over with immigrants had often been in this country for
decades and so had adapted, but not here. She’d read in the notes that
Fletcher had given her that most of the shamans around the world who
studied the fairy realm, including Fletcher, thought that zoos were the
best place to view fairy adaptations as they had beings from all over
the world which had come with the animals. Thus African and Asian
fairies interacted with each other in a strange land, The wolf was
gone, having vanished and Fern’s quest was momentarily forgotten. She
skipped towards the penguin enclosure, grinning at the playful animals
which were zipping around the water with a rainbow of different types
of water spirits. |
