... foggy morn...

...  A rainy night had quenched the thirst of the gardens in Winged Meadows. In it’s wake, the pre dawn morning was muffled by a dense fog that had blanketed the community surrounding Queen’s Hollow. As the sun peaked over the horizon, village life began to stir. But before the wayward cloud cleared, it muted the scurry of three excited pixies as they fled Oakwood on route to something other than work. They were in a hurry to escape the gardens that surely awaited them.