[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Bunnybury]
Puck drifted through the open wicket the moment the Keeper of the Wicket stepped aside, the fairy's small figure gliding forward with curiosity, there was no urgency to be found. She had expected something modest on the other side of the marble wall—perhaps a cluster of rabbit burrows or a few wooden homes tucked behind the barrier. Instead, the sight that greeted her made her stop midair almost instantly.
Her eyes widened.
"Whoa…"
The word slipped out slowly, followed by a long, impressed whistle.
