Sometimes, while out walking in the wood, I stumble on tiny traces that the wee folk are indeed still here and have not abandoned it for warmer places. Today, I stumbled on this lovely little treasure, a flaming jewel against the snow and ice. I left a little offering of honeyed almonds, said the appropriate greeting, and Aeweth, a little snow sprite, came to collect it (if only I could go about like that without ever feeling the cold!).
