The Faerie Library, usually a realm of profound quiet save for the soft rustle of ancient scrolls, held a tiny, trembling disruption today. Nestled between towering stacks of parchment resembling giant silverware, Greenbell Cookie tried her best to focus, leaning over a particularly complex scroll of spring harmonies.

"M-mm-mm-mmm..." Her Bud Bell floated anxiously beside her, accompanying her song with its own rhythm. The scroll's melody, meant to evoke the warmth of kingdom, felt like a giant mountain to her. She imagined herself at the front of the band, singing this very song, but the sheer number of notes blurred before her eyes.