Helpers...

Sneefle

"Sneefle, what are you doing way over here by the trees and not over helping the Brownies with the new arrivals?" asked his brother Fiddlefaddle.

"I am pondering on how this is all so amazing to see all these new newcomers from other realms as well as some from here that have been missing," answered Sneefle.  "Who would have thought granting a wish would cause so many problems," he continued.

"It is great too on how everyone pulled together to help rescue those mis-enchanted," Fiddlefaddle said as he turned to watch the crowd at the food tent and the young Moon Dragon standing among them.  "Who would have thought that little Dragon born in the depths of the Baron's mansion would be so powerful... as well as being our friend," Fiddlefaddle murmured to Sneefle before his brother started sneezing.

Turning back towards his brother, Fiddlefaddle noticed that Sneefle had a small box in his hands.  "Are you carrying Moon Flowers, Sneefle?  You know how they make you sneeze.  Plus the Dragons will soon be sniffing them!  You know that they are their favorite, almost as much as ambrosia and we don't need a Dragon feeding frenzy right now," stated Fiddlefaddle as he looked at Sneefle hiding his hands behind his back. 

"I only brought a few because I didn't want to put everyone else to sleep.  That isn't the way to celebrate the party and other than with me, Moon Flowers do seem to have that affect on everyone else.  Except of course the Dragons and Nytemares who love to eat them.  I'll close up my box.  That should help my sneezing and also keep the Dragons from sniffing them out," Sneefle explained as he lowered the lid to his snuff box.

​The two brothers stood for a moment more looking at each other before turning towards the huge tent the Brownies had set up to fed everyone.

​Both of the brothers were thinking it had been a good thing that someone thought of having a picnic.  With the mis-enchanted not feeling hungry while in the World of Whispers, they would be starving when they were rescued.  Now it appeared that they were certainly making up for it.  Fiddlefaddle was sure that was the fourth helping of Rassledazzle Glitterdream Plum Spark cake for a young elf sitting at the end of one of the tables. 

"Come, little brother," said Fiddlefaddle as he put his arm out and over Sneefle's shoulders to pull him along.  "Time we checked in with the Baron to see what we can do about finding these people their homes."

As Sneefle and Fiddlefaddle started back to the tent, Sneefle's attention was temporarily caught by seeing the Moon Dragon talking to the Dowager, King Dulbbe, and Queen Ffion.  "Yes, that is another thing to check up on," thought Sneefle as he was sure the Dragons weren't totally happy with what was happening here.  Especially now with a new Moon Dragon appearing. "I wonder what new disaster that will bring to the Realm of Wymsy?"