"Mother!" Hannele cries out not so friendly after bursting into her majesty's quarters. Even this late in the afternoon, her mother is sitting at her vanity getting her hair done-up.

"Darling, what's go you in such a tizzy? I haven't heard from you since you left for the bakers this morning!"

"You tore up my letter that I had given Grant," She accuses, ignoring all of her former training on keeping her anger in check.

The queen scowls. "Who told you such things?"

"Grant himself, mother. Why did you destroy my letter?" She tries to keep from complaining but is too frustrated to keep her emotions in check.

"You have no  reason to be meeting up with that adventurer," The queen spat. "Much less about magic! Are you still chasing after those childhood fantasies?"

"They aren't fantasies. There is a magic out there. And the giants? They have to be real! Nothing says that they aren't."

"A childish recollection, Hannele. You must stop these games at once!"

"I wasn't, mother. I refuse to give up when the truth is at my finger tops. Don't you want to know what's out there? The truth about our existence?"

"No! There is nothing out there but dangers and illness. How else do you think I lost my brother? My mother told us those same tales that she told you. It's not real," Her mother insists. 

"Well, you're wrong! And I will prove it to you by bringing you a strand of hair from a giant! Mark my words," Hannele storms out, ignoring her mothers protests.

"Hannele!" Phillip calls after her, never having been as strong of a flier. "Where are you going?!"

With ignorance, she dodges a few castle staff and darts out the nearest exit, going straight for the edge of the city.

She pounds her fist on the door of the Tea Shop, quickly working to catch her breath. Even though the fly had cooled her nerves, it was still exhausting.

After some rustling from within, the tea maker opens the door, his face lighting up at the sight of the princess. "Hannele," he greets. "No need to knock, princess."

She heaves an, "I'm sorry," and steps inside, the endless mixture of  spices thrilling her nose.

"What brings you here in such a rush?" He asks calmly.

"Mother problems," She rolls her eyes. "And interest. You returned last night, I hear?"

"You heard correctly, my return is fresh and information plentiful. But I apologize for your query, her majesty can have quite the... voice."

Hannele chuckles. "Your hospitality is much appreciated, Mr. Brewer."

"Always for you, princess."

Before he can continue, another knock comes to the door and he excuses himself to go and answer it.

A breathless Phillip leans on the door frame. "Princess..."

"You didn't have to follow me, Phillip," Hannele crosses her arms. "I can protect myself."

"Her highness... Put the castle on lockdown until your return! I hardly made it out," Phillip explains, closing the door behind himself. "But I doubt she would mind if you are gone for a short while."

Hannele gleams. "Thanks, Phillip."

"Magic, mothers, mystery, oh my." Mr. Brewer clicks his tongue. "I guess Now is better then ever to tell you about what I discovered."

"That sounds lovely," Hannele agrees.

Everyone takes a seat, Mr. Brewer showing off some of the things that he had collected over the last few weeks.

"My journey into a deeper part of the Rooftop forest was not an easy one. But I believe that I have located a place beyond our wildest dreams. A large clearing, hidden in the forest. Rocks as big as houses forming an unnatural circle.

"There is no chance that this formation was natural, the rocks had to have been moved there. I am also lead to believe that he fairies were not the ones that moved them there. For flying in that area was as difficult as flying in the open sky during a windstorm.

"Personally, I stayed out of the area between the rocks in fear of not being able to bring you this information back to you. But, this, Hannele, may be where your ancestors cast the Seperation Spell."

"The portal... A magical epicenter," She gasps. "A place where flight is manipulated! So you know what this means? We found the portal!"

"Princess, this is amazing!" Phillip celebrates. "Now all you have to do is test that dance."

"You would have to get there, first," Mr. Brewer reminds them.

"Wouldn't you be coming with us?" Hannele asks.

Mr. Brewer shakes his head. "I am getting old and have only just returned from my last exposition. The residents need me here to open my shop again. But, the journey is not all that difficult in anything but it's length. If you had a trained map reader with you, the adventure could not be all that difficult."

"That is wonderful news, Mr. Brewer! Do you propose you have a map we could barrow?"

"Of course, dear princess. This one here should do you well," he gives her a map, explaining where he thought would be the best to go to get to the formation.

Hannele thanks him, and hurries back to the library with Phillip at her side. With the sun lowering in the sky, there aren't too many fairies around.

"Back so soon?" Eilish greets when she opens the door for Phillip and Hannele.

"Mr. Brewer found the magical epicenter and the sooner we leave, the better," Hannele informs her.

Eilish is unsure. "The castle is on lock down, would leaving now be all that wise?"

"If I go back I might get locked in a tower until my wedding. This may be our only chance to know the truth about our past," Hannele insists.

"And we can always leave in the morning," Phillip adds.

Eilish giggles. "We should leave straight-a-way! Allow me to-"

"Eilish?" An older fairy comes to the door.

"Yes, ma'ma?" Eilish replies.

"Dinner is ready, and please invite your friends to come and join us," She insists.

"We will be right behind you!" Eilish agrees. 

Hannele politely shrugs and the trio take a quick break for dinner.