Image Description.
A whimsical, pastel-coloured woodland scene shows six anthropomorphic fairycakes gathered outside a cupcake-shaped house with a large swirl of frosting for a roof. A wooden sign reads “Welcome to Fluffwood Hollow,” and a small curved wafer bridge crosses a golden syrup stream in the foreground.
Each fairycake character has distinct sponge colouring, frosting details, and delicate wings:
One vanilla cake with lemon wings floats gracefully in the air (likely Miss Buttercup Bloom).
A sticky toffee cake with caramel colouring zips across from the right, trailing playful energy (Rolo Ripple).
Two cherry-coloured fairycakes stand on the ground smiling warmly — one likely to be Cherry Tumble.
A fairycake with a nutty, oat-topped sponge hovers low, holding a honey jar and looking slightly grumpy (Branberry Crumbletop).
A zesty orange cake with candied peel wings (Clementine Cocoa) flies toward the viewer with a joyful expression.
A glowing orange jellybee buzzes nearby, adding a touch of sparkle. In the background, pastel towers, cupcake trees, and spongey houses peek through a sugar-mist forest, suggesting a magical village beyond.
The overall tone is soft, magical, and inviting — a perfect representation of the gentle, sweet world of Fluffwood Hollow.
Chapter Seven – Miss Buttercup Bloom And The Sugar Wind
Miss Buttercup Bloom was awake long before the rest of the Hollow. Not in a hurry. Not restless. Simply… ready.
She stepped out from the golden Sunpetal Tree into the soft dawn, her lemon-petal wings folding neatly behind her. Without a word to anyone, she began to walk.
Cherry, peering sleepily from the Cracked Muffin Nest, watched her go. Moments later, Rolo came zooming past. “Where’s Buttercup headed?”
“I don’t know,” Cherry replied, “but she didn’t take the sky.”
One by one, the others fell into step behind her — Cherry, Rolo, Bluebell, Branberry, Clementine — all curious about this silent journey.
They followed her along frosting lanes and over wafer bridges, past the jellybean orchard where a single jellybee hovered in the early light. It glowed brighter as they approached, then flitted ahead, always keeping pace with Miss Buttercup.
The path wound into parts of the Hollow they rarely visited. Sponge trees grew taller here, their branches heavy with blossom. The air grew warmer, carrying a faint, sweet breeze.
At last, they emerged into a hidden glade. In the centre stood an old sugarstone arch, half-covered in frosting vines. Beyond it, the air shimmered faintly — as if the sky itself was bending.
“This,” Miss Buttercup said at last, “is where I once caught the Sugar Wind.”
The fairycakes looked at each other. They’d heard of it in Clementine’s stories — a rare current of air that could carry a fairycake higher and farther than any other breeze, bringing with it visions of places beyond the Hollow.
“I was young,” Buttercup went on. “Curious. The Sugar Wind took me beyond the marshmallow meadows. I came back with stories… and the knowledge that home is where I am most needed.”
The jellybee wobbled gently at her side, then darted toward the arch. A soft gust curled around them — warm, fragrant, carrying the scent of lemon and sugar.
Buttercup turned to the others, her smile calm. “It will come again soon. When it does… I think it will be for all of us.”
The jellybee zipped into the shimmering air and vanished.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The breeze faded, the arch stood silent, and the Hollow felt somehow more awake than before.
They walked back together, wings rustling softly — each carrying a little piece of the Sugar Wind in their hearts.
Blind Man Makes 