Avella'S Adventure In Prisalia
The Two Dancing Souls

Avella washes dishes while humming. Last night he had thought of a detective-style idea to solve this guitar case. However, he was not endowed with the ingenuity and deceit of Ash. So he went back to his natural talent, which Avella knew, this way would most likely work!

Avella was busy imagining the scene that was about to happen today, not caring for the voice of father and Ash in the back of the house. He wiped one plate at a time, and then he put it on the shelf. After that, he rubbed his wet hands on the apron.

“Everything is done, I put it in a basket, yes,” said Mrs. Liesl Silverflip, while arranging one by one Avella order cake. There are setoples of biscuits, two muffins, two apples, and one teapot with two small cups. “But what's really going on, anyway? It's for Cysther, huh?”

“Not! I want—ah, it's confidential. But if it works, I'll tell Mom. Take it easy, I'll be proud of me.”

“Salah,” said Liesl suddenly. “If you don't make it, you also owe Mom a story. Remember, I woke up early to make you these things.”

“Good, good, good Mother,” laughter Avella. He took a picnic basket that had been covered with a handkerchief by his mother. Apparently the basket was quite heavy. After he adjusted his grip on the basket handle, he kissed Liesl's cheek. “Well, I'm leaving first, yeah! I knew I should say goodbye to Dad. But he was arguing with Ash, so he definitely wouldn't hear me. Bye, Mother!”

Avella walked across the line of lilacs growing in front of the house. The morning air is very fresh. The flower buds begin to bloom. Morning dumps perch at the end of the grass, waiting for their time to glide to the ground or evaporate due to sunlight. Acornite Treehouse is Lilacbell Cottage's closest neighbor. The melodious sound of the violin began to sound. Thisaly does always practice music early in the morning, along with the chirping of flycatchers when flying for food.

“Thisaly! Good morning,” greet Avella.

The girl answered his greeting. A squirrel also ducked down from behind a branch, showing off its mustachioed snout. “Good morning, Avella. You brought a picnic basket, tumben once. Will you paint further than usual?”

“No. I didn't bring my painting kit today, see, did I? But I want to do something secret. If I say it out loud I'm afraid it won't be a secret anymore.”

“Oh, what is it? Don't make me curious. I'm going down,” Thisaly said as she leaned her violin on the tree. Then the little girl went down the stairs and set her foot on the grass.

After Thisaly came down and looked at her with her round eyes, Avella whispered into her ear. “Have you heard that there has been someone living under the Meadow Shyskies?”

“Never,” said Thisaly, suddenly feeling a faster heartbeat. Mysterious things always make her nervous. “Is what you said true? But why did he never come out? Doesn't she want to eat a duchess cake at Ellory Bakery? And isn't he afraid of the mole rat?”

Avella laughs. “I don't know for sure the answers to your questions. All I know is, if the rumors are true, he must have heard about your violin last night. He should have wanted to get out, but was too embarrassed to meet so many people. And by the way, congratulations yes, for your victory last night.”

“Thanks,” says Thisaly with a stiff smile. His sight was uncomfortable. He must have remembered last night, when Xylia was accused of tampering with her guitar. “P-words Xylia last night was not true.”

Tuh, right. Avella smiled and rubbed her brown hair Thisaly. “I believe. Don't think too much. No one knows us but ourselves, Thisaly. Don't be afraid of the accusations of others. Most importantly, you know that you are innocent. Other people's views won't change anything.”

Thisaly nodded in agreement. Then, his eyes took a look at the picnic basket Avella was carrying. “With what will you find that house? I hope you won't dig it. Th-if I were him, I would be so angry if suddenly someone dug up my house.”

“Of course not, hahaha. It could be that he's as angry as a mole rat. I was afraid I would be held in his house. Every house has an entrance. I'll look for him.”

“I don't deny. But ... I've brought snacks and tea. Work will not feel too sad if accompanied by good food, is not it? You want to come, Thisaly?”

The girl seemed to think, twirling the heels of her blue shoe soles. He seemed to want to come along, but something was holding him back.

“With the special blueberry muffin Lilacbell Cottage?”

“I want!” thisaly exclaimed, showing off the joy on her sweet face.

Avella smiled with satisfaction. Ah, which little boy will refuse to be given a sweet snack. Avella even thinks that young children collectively dream of swimming in a fruit candy pool and eating as much cupcakes as possible. That's what he deduced every time he passed Ellory Bakery. Because there is always a child who cries while tugging at her mother's skirt.

“Alright, you ask permission first yes, at Mrs. Icewings,” says Avella.

Submissively, Thisaly climbed the stairs to her tree house. The Icewings family has a magnificent and charming tree house. There are several rooms spread from the lowest branch to the highest branch. All are connected by stairs or wooden hallways. Moments later, Thisaly came out of the door with flushed cheeks.

“Say Mom may, but must return for lunch,”.

“Good! Let's start,” said Avella.

They also walked down the wide cobblestone road which is the main road of Acclais Village. The sun was shining brightly, but soon it was covered by white clouds, which made the atmosphere of the morning quite shady. On the right of the road, the fog gathered into one. But actually, the air was not cold at all. And actually, that fog was an artificial mist. In the midst of the fog was Mr.'s house. Moss. The fog will only spread if Mrs. Moss has done all her morning activities, from cooking, wiping all the glass, to rubbing their pet cows.

Avella observed the fog. Wagon of Mrs. Ellory hit him.

They walked across the small river. Eventually they arrived at the Meadow Shyskies. Avella put her basket on the tree stump. “Tell your little friends, yes, Thisaly, they can't steal.”

“Sure!”

“Well, let's explore this meadow. If you find a strange block of grass, tell me. That must be the entrance to the underground house. Better not to look near the tree, because whoever it is, he certainly does not want to sleep disturbed by the roots of the tree that grows and breaks through the walls of his house.”

Thisaly. “Good.”

They also do a search. And Avella really wanted to take her journal at home and just paint. The rumors he heard were definitely lies. There can be no one who lives in the ground for more than fifteen years and does not come out again. Looking for a strange block of grass among the many plants in this hectare-hued meadow will be very difficult. However, he must do his best if Thisaly also does his best.