The calm before the storm is nothing like the beauty afterward. Small clouds are scurrying across a clear blue sky. A light breeze toys with the tree limbs and curtains of the open windows of the mansion. It is comfortably warm, back up in the mid-70s.
No elevator music today! The fairies are still around though. For every fairy that was harmed or killed yesterday five more have popped up in it's place. They still cannot form coherent words, nor have they grown any in stature.
Watch where you step still! When a loud sound is made a fairy will faint!