Efem, had a special gift of being able to communicate with them because of her dryad root connect to the earth. She could talk to all of plants and animals, not through words exactly, more like pictures and feelings.
As she was trying to figure how to image a question back to the Dusty Mytes about what had happened, another Dusty Myte appeared with Nemmer’s mask.
“Oh Nemmer, what has happened? Where are you?”…
Where did that blasted mask go?” Nemmer muttered not for the last time as he continued his journey through the woods to Efem’s place. “When I get to Efem’s grove, maybe she can get the trees to help me find my mask,” he thought. “I normally don’t just lose things, so it still makes me wonder how I lost my mask. I’m sure those blasted Dusty Mytes had something to do with it.”
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Fae and their stories and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.