‘Who’s on Cloud Nine?’
Misanda glanced across at the Fairy Division’s new recruit. ‘Bellaren, harpist. She likes percussion too.’
‘Shouldn’t she be upstairs? The heavenly choir always want harpists. Instruments provided.’
‘The Queen wants her orchestra, Shellab. With you on flute, me on piano, and Bellaren on harp, HM begins!’
‘Can’t we just tell HM we love the peace?’
‘As musicians and fairies, we should get along.’
‘Ha! The witches have it easier. They make noisy neighbours disappear, fast.’
‘How much noise can Bellaren make with her harp?’
When Bellaren got out her full drum kit, Misanda and Shellab fled.
Misanda glanced across at the Fairy Division’s new recruit. ‘Bellaren, harpist. She likes percussion too.’
‘Shouldn’t she be upstairs? The heavenly choir always want harpists. Instruments provided.’
‘The Queen wants her orchestra, Shellab. With you on flute, me on piano, and Bellaren on harp, HM begins!’
‘Can’t we just tell HM we love the peace?’
‘As musicians and fairies, we should get along.’
‘Ha! The witches have it easier. They make noisy neighbours disappear, fast.’
‘How much noise can Bellaren make with her harp?’
When Bellaren got out her full drum kit, Misanda and Shellab fled.
