Chapter 116: Faeries

In the twilight woods of wishes, dreamers rest their weary souls. – Angie Weiland-Crosby

JD sat on the floor with his math workbook opened for the assignment as he watched Dean use chalk to sketch out her design on the wall. He had always wondered how murals were made. She had shrugged her shoulders as she drew out the first layer.

“This is what works for me.”

Never before had he thought about the details, thoughts and planning that went into something like this. To him, they just... appeared. But to Dean, they were a glimpse into another world.

She had started out with a bunch of lines that made no sense to him, not that any of the others made much more sense. Then she sloppily painted three different colors. A bright light blue that was about two feet down from the ceiling. Next were about four feet of dark blue and the remaining was brown. They all blended into one another, and she completed a full wall before moving to the next.

Once she was done in the morn