Phebe hated the idea of being caged for the rest of her life. She was an independent creature who liked her freedom. Now she was stuck in this mansion. She stopped when she heard the small voice call out. Phebe spotted the small girl. “Some Mansion….I think this is our home now…” She said, sadly.
Toni wasn’t exactly a stranger to the concept of houses - though she lived so far into the woods that humans rarely built them for faeries there. They holed up in trees or hulled out trunks when they needed shelter, but there was nothing quite like sleeping under the stars on a soft mushroom cap or a patch of moss. The mansion was dark and dreary - and the concept of being trapped didn’t sit well with her. “It’s not really a home..” she started, sighing heavily. “A home is somewhere you want to be - somewhere you belong. Not a cage.”








