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Tiny motes of light scattered before the two young men as Changeling led his newfound mortal friend (and his friend’s pet donkey) down one of the leaf-lined trails of the Summerlands. Occasionally, Rake would narrow his steel-gray eyes and gently lift one of the less-interesting leaves, murmuring under his breath. Changeling tried to be respectful. He was in a hurry to share his favorite parts of Faerie, for reasons he could not quite articulate. When he thought hard on it, he reasoned that showing friends the things you love for the first time allowed you yourself to experience them for the first time all over again. No glamour he had ever encountered during his many, many days here in the Summerlands could accomplish that feat.
The Scrivnarium 