Five seconds later, Bramble shot out of the cave entrance and stopped outside the summoning circle. It spun in place several times. “Peach Fuzz?”
I cautiously stepped from behind a boulder. “Bramble, what did you see?”
“Dirt, rocks, and an elf.” The sprite reached for the sugar cube.
“No, no,” I cautioned. “Tell me more about the elf.”
The sprite huffed. “She was short, with red hair, and lying on the ground.”
“Was she asleep?” I asked.
“No. Her eyes were open.” Bramble jittered in place as its eyes bounced from me to the sugar cube.
“Then why was she on the ground?” asked Gemma.
“Because she was bound and gagged,” the sprite screamed in frustration. “Please gimme the sugar-ar-ar-ar.”