"Ow! Let go!"
A sprite giggled as it watched Lhiannan try to untangle herself from the blackthorn she'd walked into. She glared at it and carefully unhooked her white blouse from the twisted branches before brushing the leaves out of her long blonde hair. Attacked by a shrub! That would teach her not to pay attention.
She rose up into the air and looked around the glen. The craggy hills were golden in the fading sunlight, low clouds hovering at their edges. A stag stood serenely on the slope, enjoying a last patch of warmth before nightfall. Last night the Unblessed Court had been on the prowl but all was quiet now.
A smile formed on her face as she hovered near the stag. She was happy here, far away from the others, surrounded by the land she loved. Aikel would fuss at her for wandering off alone but this was where she felt she belonged. Here she was free. And here she was away from the whispers.
Or was she?
''I can't believe she got herself tangled up in the towel roll."
"Why isn't she wearing a shirt?"
"And what's she got in her hair?''
The stag froze on the horizon. The craggy hills shimmered, rippled and dissolved into the weathered brick walls of Lincoln Middle School. Leanne sighed. Once again she was just a middle schooler with lunch meat in her hair.
Opening: Sylvia.....Continuation: McKoala