I hurried to record the first steps of the king in his new, brilliant appearance. I managed to use earth, leav

I hurried to record the first steps of the king in his new, brilliant appearance. I managed to use earth, leaves, and even some steep rocks as a canvas. Honestly, being a flying inkwell wasn't half bad! ...While reflecting on a particularly precise metaphor, from our height I noticed that, in the middle of the sun-dappled forest of summer, there was a small island of winter! Amid the snow and ice, a small flock of little fey were hiding something that resembled a sparkling casket. In case it ended up being important, I took the liberty of sketching the place and committing it to memory. Meanwhile, the king decided to try...