“Oh shush. You haven’t even seen him yet. Everything you know about him came from the birds. You know how they like to twitter on," she tells The CAT.
Soon The CAT is back and starts to rub himself against her leg, letting her know she can pick him up again. “How come sometimes you light up and start to glow? Is it something that is cat-chy?” The CAT snickers.
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.