So off I go to get E to school and then to focus on the mice and fairies...
She lay on the edge of her bower, head supported on one hand while she trailed the other in the stream, watching the water split and flow around her fingers. For the first time in her young life, she was bored. She had done it all. There was nothing new to be found in her boring world.
Several fairies came and left offerings of flowers and food, but she turned away from all of it. The flowers faded, crickets and grasshoppers ate the food left for her. For weeks she lay there, refusing company, refusing sustenance.