- THE DWARVEN FEY REVEALED
"Has this ever happened to you before?" both spoke simulteneously
"We're not really here" said Charles "just disembodied visitors like shadows free to pass into this illustration, invisible to those that live here."

It was an oddly silent experience, Timmy could see birds and small creatures who might be expected to provide constant background sounds but were eerily silent. They were walking through tall grass leaving no marks of their passage, no not walking at all, sort of floating as Tim quickly realized when they calmly walked across a pond, not even causing a ripple.

"I'm sure your mother left this book in my care to pass on to you as her legacy," remarked Charles "because it has never revealed these powers to either Freda or myself. It's your own magical power that is providing this experience. The book is drawing upon your innate abilities as being half elven yet human born, a very rare and powerful confluence. Lead the way Timmy, for I am just your advisor."
"Have you any advice for me now?"
"Dinna fash yesel laddie! That's what a Scottish friend of mine would say wi' his skean dhu down his stocking and his claymore at his back. Summat alchemical in the sporran too I shouldn't be at all surprised."

Doing his best to look un-'fashed', whatever that meant, Timmy took the lead and soon found himself on the main and only street that meandered rather clumsily through a village marketplace teeming with dwarves busily buying and selling and silently yelling about their wares, a fascinating selection of tools and ingenious toys and a rich selection of fabrics threads and yarns.

This was obviously a prosperous community for their individual homes, workshops and other such buildings were very solidly made from stone, brick, timber, rubble and ashlar, all quite unique in appearance, lavishly decorated with carvings and paintwork. Some roofs were thatched, some grey slated and a few boasted coloured ceramic tiles forming geometric patterns along the lower edges of the roofline.
Despite the eerie silence it was quite obvious that a gathering of dwarves in the village square were passionately arguing about something. Timmy watched the pantomime of gestures and vehement declarations and observing the items being held up for general inspection with much shaking of heads and tugging of beards, he began to form a guess of what they were all intent on achieving.
Then quite sudddenly the spell ended and Timmy and Charles , were back in his bedroom looking at the book which had just closed its covers. Although Timmy was quite sure that he could help the dwarves out, he had no intention of saying anything until he'd put his ideas into practice at the toymaking workshop. He would make a start first thing in the morning drawings first then a prototype.