I scanned the clearing frantically.
Then I saw her.
There she was, nestled among a small crowd of fairies, basking in the glow of admiration.
I heaved a sigh of relief. She was safe.
As I inched closer, I heard the praises she was getting.
"You're fantastic, Doverel!" they cooed.
Woah. Doverel was getting popular?
"98? How did you even get 98 couples?" a male fairy asked, eyes wide with amazement.
Doverel had better luck venturing further, unlike poor Edna.
"Doverel!" I called out.
She turned immediately, her bright smile softening into concern when she saw my face.
I must have looked distraught. How could I not?
"What happened?" she asked gently.
"I was worried you got hurt," I replied.
"I'm fine, Scarlette," Doverel assured me as she turned back to her newfound fans.
"Edna..." My voice dropped.
"She didn't make it."
I wasn't sure if Doverel had heard me at first, but then she blinked.
"Edna?" she repeated.