March 27th excerpt:
“I’m not a flowerkin! Flowerkin are thin, dainty wood sprites,” Bowman protested. He saw Jacob glance over at Sam, and then fleetingly at himself. Both humans had far bulkier frames than Bowman did, even proportionally. It just wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t helping Bowman’s argument.
He pointed up at Jacob’s smirking face. “Don’t think I won’t bop you,” he warned.
Sam had to work to hide his own smirk. “Don’t worry,” he cooed to the sprite, “we won’t judge your girlish figure.”