The fish-sprites chose that moment to arrive, which at least changed the mood if not improved it. One was pushing a large tray of food in front of it, the whole thing floating in mid-air. Another had a tray with piles of clothing; a third and fourth were managing a writing desk that was thick with carvings.
“Oh, oh wow. Thank you, all of you. Thank you.” Malina patted the air near all of the sprites. “Thank you,” she repeated. “This is quite a bit. Thank you.” She stretched and made her way to the little table, where the sprites had set everything. “You are very good – very good sprites?” she offered. “Very good spirits,” she added. “Very good at serving me,” she tried.
How did you even talk to sprites?
They chittered at her, a trilling sound that went up and down and up and down again like it was running up the stairs.
“You did a good job,” she added one more time. Continue reading