"oh dear, oh dear," fern whispered to herself, tiptoeing silently through the ferns. they rose several feet above her tangled forest-green hair. "oh dear, it is much too late for aqua to be out alone, do you see the inky colour of the sky? she will be swallowed, oh dear," and fern carried on in this fashion as she tripped through the endless, cluttered ferns. stardust became tangled in her locks and her nervous hands spun spiderwebs with a gentle accuracy that she had learned from the spiders themselves.