The air in the Faeriewoods had a melodic energy, a symphony of rustling leaves, and the distant splashing of the River of First Silver. Silverbell Cookie, having been sent to scout the area, moved with a practiced grace. He paused by a patch of glow-moss, its soft luminescence casting an ethereal light on his face. A tiny, winged Pea Moth landed on his outstretched finger.

"Ah, my little friend!" Silverbell Cookie said softly.* "Keeping watch with me, are we?" He gently stroked the moth's tiny head with a fingertip, a fond smile gracing his lips.