The Wishing Well
Chapter 11
Word Count: 100
"Where's… where's my mommy?" She whispered, her eyes beginning to water. The rope spun, and she was face to face with her rescuer.
Her eyes widened when she saw that he really did have long, beautiful hair!
"You're the prettiest wizard I've ever seen!" She reached out her dirty little hands, but stopped as she saw just how filthy they were. She wiped them on her shirt, then reached out to him again.
"Stop it. Your hands are soiled." He protested, and she realized just how pretty not only his hair was, but his entire face!
"Woah, you're really clean!"
