Chapter 16: Hello again little friends

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Dylan shifts to the side a little so she can have a better look. Evealyn was astonished, the little creatures, the ones she was told were just her imaginary friends that she was too old for. One of the tiny creatures wipes the sweat off his brow, having worked hard today as well. He sits down on his floating leaf raft for a moment. Gently swaying it around to the left, he perks up when he sees someone in the distance. "Hey guys Dylan's here." The little creature shouted notifying the others.

"Dylan!" They all shouted rushing over to him, almost knocking him off balance with the force of the impact. They may all be no bigger than a thumb, however together with their tackle hugs they carry much force.

"Woah watch it. Man, I forget how strong you all are at once." Dylan trying to maintain his balance not to stumble back on Evealyn accidentally hurting her.

"You guys act like you don't see me almost every day." Dylan laughs "But I do know someone you guys probably haven't." Points to Evealyn who is peeking out from behind him.

The tiny creatures follow the line of sight of where he's pointing and all their faces instantly light up. All rushing over to tackle hug her as well. "No wait, be careful with her, she is not all that well at the moment." Dylan knows that the force they carry will well knock Evealyn to the ground. Knowing if that happens he's going to have to deal with Rae and her over protectiveness later. Having realized how scary she can be ever since Evealyn got sick that day.

They all freeze, looking at Evealyn who doesn't seem all that sick as he claims. However, not wanting to risk hurting her if that were ever to be true. As they don't want their reunion with her to be off on a painful start. They float a little slower giving her a gentle hug. "Wow, but when I told you all I was sick you'd tackle me anyways."

Evealyn unable to pay attention to Dylan and his complaint. Getting filled with a feeling of euphoria as well, it tickles but also refreshing as if she'd woken up from a good nap. Bringing her back to the time she'd come across her little friends.

"Eve, don't run too far into the vines okay?" Miss Joyclyn shouts as she sees Evealyn running closer to the grapevines. Not wanting her to get lost in them, when she is not looking.

"Okay Jose I won't." 5 years old Evealyn smiled and shouted back. With two buns on the top of her head like little pumpkins, coils of hair peeking out like vines. Wearing blue overalls with one of the straps unbuckled, and a yellow sunflower top underneath.

Miss Joyclyn doesn't understand how she's already starting to look disheveled even though they'd only been out in the vineyard for a few minutes. Having some work to tend to in the store house, seeing her run around just hoping she doesn't go in too far. Turns around and heads inside the brick, vine covered storehouse to take care of business. Just hoping it doesn't last too long. Evealyn on the other hand wanders into the grapevines, picking some of the reddish tinted purple grapes which pop in her mouth with a sweet and refreshing taste. While placing some in her front pocket to take back with her.

Running her hand along the vines at the corner of her eyes she sees something pass by. Thinking it might have been a dragonfly, running deeper into the grapevines to follow and maybe catch it to show her grandmother.

Only to discover that it wasn't a dragonfly. Neither were the others just like it. Tiny people floating on rafts of leaves and sticks. Amazed by what she was seeing believing that they were fairies. One of the tiny people was by a vine doing something with it's hand. It was like dust particles coming out of it or much rather pollen was it pollen. It absorbs into the vine causing it to look more vibrant and green. As if it had been rejuvenated not only was the vine affected but also the grapes growing on it. "What are you?" She becomes startled, turning around and blasting the pollen dust into Evealyn's face.

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