As they continued on the trail, suddenly Cornelia realized that after all of these years of feuding, it was going to take a Dragon to get these two to talk to each other again?  Chuckling with that thought, she decided that she better start talking before Efem asked her what she was snickering about.

​​“This isn’t so bad,” she told Efem as they walked.  “I mean, after all, you probably don’t even remember why you and Parsley are still squabbling.”

​“That is not so,” retorted Efem, but as she said these words, she realized that all the time they had been walking she had been trying to remember what started the feud in the first place.  Her and Parsley were once the best of friends, the closest two could be without actually being sisters.  They grew up next to each other and did almost everything together.  “When did it change?” she thought.  She stayed silent - thinking, while Cornelia continued talking about the things they must do to find the young Wish Dragon.  Silent and only slightly listening she mused on what was it that had come between her and Parsley.

Suddenly she noticed it was quiet and that Cornelia had stopped talking.  She was just standing there staring at her.  ​“Okay Cornelia.  I will be on my best behavior.  I know that seeing Parsley is for the best and that we need her help.”  As they continued their journey, Efem decided that actually now she was wanting to see Parsley again after all of these years.  Smiling, she thought it might just be time to apply a little of "Cornelia's honey" to the situation and do a little healing herself.  Maybe it was time to swallow a little pride and put the past behind her. After all, everything tastes better with a little honey applied to it.

Cornelia only looked at her sister and worried about that smile. "Hmmm," she thought to herself and wondered why Efem was starting to glow?

​Efem nodded her head as she had to agree, for where ever a shadow lay - a mushroom was sure to sprout, and even though their ears don’t stick out they hear everything that is happening in the woods.

​​“What does having to be hungry got to do with going to school?” asks Nemmer.

​What was that?  Is the shadow in the bushes a bird? It should be a bird because it is what I expect it should be.  Often what I think I see right in front of me is what it really is.  Yet, like the blue jay that I just thought I saw in the bush, might it not also be him?

"Now I understand that not everyone wants to be aware.  I accept that, but how boring it must be to be  one of those..."  

​"One question I do get asked when I am first seen is why do I dress up to look like a bird?  Other than the fact that I think blue is my color, it helps with the secondary job I have.  It is my disguise so that I can keep away those little dusty mytes that steal away inspiration.  They are everywhere!"  ​​

​"I find that my bow and arrows are especially useful in swatting those pesky little creatures away."

​"Well, I have to get back to work, but now that you have seen me as I really appear, ask yourself this question.  Will you take  that extra second to look to see what was really there?  If you see me, then may you be hit by inspiration and not the dusty doo-doo of the mytes!  I'm off!!! "