"It's alright, I miss it is all." Ptarah answered and looked knowingly into the enchantress. She didn't deserve to receive an apology from her. Tabitha was pure kindness, and supreme. It was a degree of class that she hadn't expected to encounter. "Your kind deserve the praise, you hav strength," she said with wonder. She was so happy to knew the certainty of her position in life.
Ptarah had become focused on Tabitha, not realizing that something pokings its cute nose out of the grass was pink. She hadn't seen it yet.