Moments passed. "Well, dear, don't just stand there and look baffled. The biscuits are getting cold!" Dera'nah still tried to make sense of it all in her head. "How did you ..., Who ..., What spell ...?" "Ok, in this order: I am close friends with your mother, she said you'd be coming, and you are in my wood. In this wood, I know all that moves. Gave me enough time to make biscuits. I'm Nuella, the nymph of this water and guardian of this forest. I know your mother since the earth was young and before this wood grew around me. And finally: People sometimes don't want to see things or see only what they want and mostly doubt they are on the right way, anyway. I'm just helping them a bit to develop this thought to maturity. Really doesn't take much, if you look at it. I don't want strangers in my forest and the forest just helps them to prefer paths that lead out again quickly. But enough time later for your education! If you don't come with me right now, I'll eat your biscuit or feed it to your pony!" Sira'nah was already sitting at the window sill and the Cheetah and Pony were already on the way to the small door. "Ok, well, ... Rata'nah, Fastra'na, back here, what do you think you are doing??"
"Oh, don't worry, enough place for all in my humble abode. Animals never have to stay outside if they want to keep me company. Come on you two, meet Jingle and Jangle." And so, still confused and under the watchful eyes of two ferrets, Dera'nah followed the group that was already chatting amiably amongst them through the round wooden door.
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