Literature
ROTG-Reflecting
“So, where do ya think he went when he left?”
The question caught her off guard. Toothiana turned away from her fairies, feathers perked in confusion and curiosity as she looked to the Pooka sitting below her. He had an egg in his palm, paint brush in the other, and his eyes turned up towards hers, filled with thoughtfulness. She rested her wings as she floated down beside Aster and sank into the cushion of the plush seat silently.
“What?”
“Jack. During Easter, after the egg hunt mishap,” Aster’s words were quiet, soft as his eyes turned to the egg in his palm. The color finally clicked in her