Chapter 52

Of course, he sort of blew that right out the window when he paid a visit to the Guardians at the behest of the ever faithful Daisy. His request for snow earned him a few strange glances, most people having developed a hate relationship with the weather phenomena. Without question he was directed to seek out and speak with a race of little folk akin to fairies, warned they could be temperamental. A sulking, pouting Io spurred him on. Nothing could be worse. And in the end they turned out to be extremely understanding and helpful, if not downright pleasant.

One of them had caught a case of the giggles, baffling Cinder.

Now he saw what they found so funny as well as reconsidered the warning.