Wings.

Putting the puzzle together

We had gone to bed with wonder on our minds, we are so close to finding out what the creatures are but yet it seems like we are still at square one.

In the morning we continued our research, once in a while coming across new yet i relevant information, like sizes and all the different colors of wings. I found in one of the books some names that sounded foreign like Izmara and Zana, with the names were small sketches of faces indicating identity to these names. They looked to have elongated pointed ears with a slight twisted swirl at the tips of each ear. All of the sketches completely unique, not one looking like the other.

Each book seemed to possess a topic of its own, for example one for weaponry, another for clothing and another one filled with small random objects that look like they could be used in a doll house. All of them covered in drawings of examples that show the usage of the item that it's corresponding too.

We took breaks every couple hours to go stretch our stiff limbs, from being hunched over books for hours at a time. At these break I would use the time to go outside and see if I can find anything that resembles what is written in the books, but to no avail I could not spot anything, wherever I looked. I could feel slumber tempting me but I pushed it away because we had to find something in these books that could be of use.

We continued our search, odd time coming across some interesting descriptions of how these small huts are created and how they manage to survive. I am now convinced that my ancestor was absolutely off his rocker, but I still kept reading and admiring all the illustrations in the books.

What I was starting to realize, is that maybe there is nothing in these books that would tell us exactly where to look, who to ask and why we need to help them. I was now even more determined to find information. The sun was starting to set now and still nothing important was found.

I was starting to drift off when father found a magnificent watercolor painting of an amazing forest in one of the books, that looked just like the forest we had visited before in Halnaker. There was an autumnal feel to the painting, with its light browns, yellows, reds and a few vibrant oranges. But the most curious part of the painting was the little person floating in mid air, just like a fairy would when in flight. It can't be real .... can it?