Eva
Bobble sighed with relief as the Pixie Dust Tree came back to life. 'Eva would be so happy right now,' he thought to himself recalling how she cried when she found out Leah couldn't survive in the warm seasons. She had so wanted to join her and Maurice in winter, but it was much to cold for her. It broke his heart. Leah's low body temperature an Maurice's several extra pounds made them the only ones who could withstand the cold of Winter, and Maurice was the only one who could cross back into the warm seasons.
It hurt him to know she couldn't see her friends. He thought of the first day she had started to turn to stone. That had hurt him worse.
"Eva, are you coming to Fairytale Theater, tonight," Bobble asked as he passed the brunettes work station.
"I can't," she said simply as she continued to work.
"C'mon love, you've been at it all day! You need a break." He came up behind her and took her tools out of her hand. "Let's go with Clank and Fairy Mary."
"I can't leave, Bobble." She looked at him from her place. "I've been trying all day."
"Well, then, I'll help you. First you put down your tools. Next you move your feet away from your work area."
"I can't move my legs, Bobble." The simple sentence stopped his joking manner. "Not since lunch."
Bobble looked closely at her feet which had turned to stone up to her ankle. "Oh, dear. We had better go tell someone," he said as he lifted her up into his slender, yet strong arms.
He brought her to a Healing Talent fairy only to see all the other humans there too. The Healer noticed him first. "Ah, the last one, park her on the chair over there." He set her down and watched as the Healer went from human to human, not making very encouraging sounds. "I don't think there's anything I can do to help them."
"Oh, no."
"What do we do?"
"I must inform the Queen and notify the Ministers. I don't know what's going to happen."
The Healer left and Eva spoke up. "This doesn't look good, Bobs."
Bobble liked at her surprised. Queen Clarion may know what to do. O-or one of the Ministers."
"Let's face it early, Bobble. This stone thing is just going to keep growing until that's all I am." He tried to argue, but she continued. "No, I'm right. And I'm not going to stop working because of it." He opened hi mouth to argue again. "No, I'm not going to sit around and be an invalid! I'm going to work until I can't anymore!"
Bobble sighed and put his arm around her comfortingly. "Yes, dear. And I'll help you do so."
He flitted over to Spring Time Square where she was bent over a work table, hammer in hand. "Perhaps next year, love, perhaps next year."
