In the dappled hush of a midsummer dusk—just after the last sunbeam curtsies and before the first cricket tunes its fiddle—KayTee appears. Not walks in, mind you. Appears. As though summoned by the scent of honeysuckle and the distant giggle of a brook. She wears her crown of leaf and mischief like an empress of whimsy, and those wings? Spun from moon giggles and dragonfly sighs. She's part sprite, part sovereign, all sass. Rumors abound she once bewitched a squirrel into baking scones and taught a toad how to waltz. True or not, she’ll never say—just blink slowly and swish her tail like a wand.
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