On the second day of the fair, the mages were summoned to investigate a peculiar phenomenon—the trees within a mile of the side castle had gone completely bald overnight, their leaves mysteriously piling into a massive mound on the training grounds.
Now that it happened twice, everyone grew serious. The first time, they had dismissed it as a fleeting tantrum of the wind. But this was different. This was strange. Nobody was hurt, but the trees were all bald! And the cuts were all surprisingly clean...
The culprit stood among them, his face flushed with embarrassment, unwilling to confess. While he had half a mind to scold the wind for its mischief, his heart was far too light to harbor any frustration. He was practically floating with happiness!
