Dearest Magnus the Magic,
I am afraid I must be brief this night as there has been a problem with the fairies in my vicinity. We normally wake to each others' instruments and the instruments are the song of our day which sets to motion the beating of our wings. However, about two weeks ago, I found myself the morning's soloist. No one else woke. Their instruments were all missing and each fairy lay motionless in bed that morning. My song has not been enough to wake my dozen closest neighbors. Worse still, I did not mind the frogs that morning and so they did not properly hatch. I am furiously working to find a way to make new instruments and rouse my fellow fairies, but the solutions will take time. I am glad you brought up your parents' fairies. Perhaps I might visit them each for a remedy. Surely one of them will have ideas!
Magnus, I am so glad to see you thriving and planting a garden. Until next time when I hope to share better news!
With love,
Tobias Hawthorne Gigglefoot VonRassmusson, III
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Mordvor
FantasyWhen Magnus loses teeth, he receives detailed accounts of the world of his tooth fairy, Tobias. Through their correspondence, Magnus learns about habits he can discard in his lost teeth as well as the curse of Mordvor which renders the fairies in To...
