In the Spring of October in a land called Ether

In the spring of October in a land called Ether, an old woman sits herself down in a rickety recliner. At her feet there are many elvish children that only her rheumy eyes can perceive. Laying her pipe aside she stares down at her children and sighs.

‘What tale would you like this morning?’

Fidgeting in their seats the children, chew their lips, flick their ears as they are deep in thought. The old woman reaches past her trusty pipe and picks up her dandelion tea, being careful not to let any spill onto her dear children. With a not so steady hand she brings the flowered cup to her blue lips, inhaling the intoxicating smell as she takes a tentative sip.

 

Suddenly a hand shots into the air…

Authors note this was a suggested Opener for Go Smell the Flowers.  I’ll pop the thread up when I locate it.