She knew she should be flying home...but just a touch more wandering in this new land would give her something to share when she got home. So she found the shore of the the wide river and started walking along in the soft grey dirt. To faeries all the sounds of the world are like singing. She hears the symphony of the leaves rustling, water rushing, wind blowing through the little broken twigs and dead trees. She stopped because in this beautiful symphony she heard something sad... Sad things always tug at Zelle's heart. She can't help but want to kiss their sadness away. Little irregular sobs... and tears dropping into the dirt. One by one, making their own sad song as they cool and seep slowly into the river. A girl.

She was sitting with her legs crossed and her head down... One little hand drawing circles with a stick in the mud. Tears flowed freely down her little pink cheeks. Her sadness reached out and grabbed Zelle.