I am Mistress Marigold, Keeper of Little Secrets.

I live quietly in the old house where the floors creak and the rafters sigh. I do not meddle, but I see much—tiny pawprints on the windowsill, a feather caught in the curtain, a trail of crumbs leading somewhere curious.

These are the traces of the Pocket Pals—their adventures unfolding just out of sight. They believe themselves hidden, yet I keep watch with a kind eye and a patient heart. I gather their stories, polish them until they glow like lantern-light, and share them only with those who still believe in small wonders.

For magic is gentle and easily missed. But listen closely, and you’ll find that the Pocket Pals are never very far away. 🌿