Flash Friday #80: Surviving Elsewhere, Part 28 -- Quiet

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I watched the pixies flew into a few fleecy clouds, magic sparkles dancing across their path. The sky looked the same as at home, and yet I felt a sense of distrust. Were the clouds really clouds? Were the pixies really going? Or would they swing back around and attack us again?

What next was going to leap out and try to stop me?

The others were moving on.