“Come along, Bowman,” he called. After a moment, he turned to look at the sprite with a lifted left eyebrow as he walked. “Actually, do you have a last name? Or is it just Bowman the Sprite?”

“My family line is Leafwing,” he replied. He allowed some pride to leak into his tone as he drifted around a low-hanging branch.

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