Spring Sprites

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“Welcome. Emma. Roland,” came a series of high-pitched voices. When Emma looked around to see where they came from, she spotted several tiny water fairies dancing hand in hand on the water. “Spring sprites!” cried Deru, coming closer to inspect them. “I love how they talk, each saying one word at a time. They’re very clever, you know.” “Yeah, they sound real smart,” said Colm, peering into the pool. Several of the tiny creatures chose that moment to fly up and dive in beside him, splashing his face. “Hey! Knock it off!” “Yes. Clever,” chirped the sprites

“This isn’t helping at all!” “Look. Again. The. Most. Important. Things. Are. Often. The. Hardest. To. See,” replied a choir of musical voices

“Follow. The. Water,” sang the sprites. “Truth. Fate. Destiny.”

“Mustang. Sad. Mustang,” chorused a nearby trio of spring sprites in mournful tones.