[So, originally this story was posted only on another website, but I decided to publish it here too. Don't expect a real epic story with dragons, wizards, fairies and whatnot, because this is a 'bedtime story'. Which means I continue this story about every night before going to sleep. I here speak of about thirty minute writing sessions. Anyways, I had, and still have, a lot of fun writing this. Things might not be legit all the time, and there may be some horrible grammar errors, but bear with me. I write this at night, usually from 0:30 to 1:00, after a long - LONG - day.

Enjoy!]

Fine manicured nails shone in the early morning sun as feminine hands kneaded the dough that was lying on the counter. Orange light shone through the small windows into the small kitchen, small cosy curtains parted to welcome it. All the furniture, the wall, ceiling and floor were brown, yet the difference in tints made it fit together. Pretty much the entire house was small, brown and cosy yet the woman, working in the kitchen in her green dress, green eyes, full lips and long brown hair, wouldn't have it any other way. Cosiness had always had been preferred by her. She had seen sceneries like this in her dreams where the sun shone through the window exactly the same way.

Sarah sneezed as flour drifted up her nose.

"So cute."

The woman jumped, her head whipping around and she narrowed her eyes. "Don't creep up to me like that, Daniel!" She snapped at the satyr and continued to knead.

The satyrs ears perked up as he laughed, his face splitting as he grinned, his brown eyes shining on his unusually bare face for a satyr. His small antlers peeking about a five inches from his brown tousled hair. He was about twenty years old now and had been her friend for a year now. "Can I come in?" He asked as he looked over the lower part of the barn door.

"Will you be eating from the dough again?" She asked curtly and watched him shake his head innocently. "Clean your hooves and you can come in."

Daniel pulled a cloth from the wall which Sarah always hung down there so he could come in and rubbed his hooves clean. "It's not like it's been raining in the past few days…"

"I know but still, I cleaned the entire house yesterday and I have a lot of things to do in the next few days. So I can't use a satyr messing the place up."

"Yea yea…" Daniel hang the cloth back up and stepped in, shaking his fleece and dust falling to the floor.

"Daniel!" Sarah whined.

The satyr looked down and smirked. "Well… You like dirty though."

She rolled her eyes and put it in the fridge. When she came to live here she wouldn't have thought there were things like plumbing, fridges and ovens. That was about two years ago now. Sarah was twenty-two years old and worked in the Goblin City as a seamstress and baked for anyone that wanted her makings. She had a few customers every week since goblins were incautious with their clothing – and since they loved eating, she also got quite a bit from baking things like bread, cookies, muffins and cracknels and stuff like that.

She planted herbs, fruits and vegetables in her own garden and often asked for the help of brownies. Of course, she couldn't ask them personally, but she left muffins, honey and milk wherever she'd like help with and often they would assist her for this treat.

And brownies weren't the only creatures that helped her around. Fairies often brought her the mail when something came in or helped her sowing.

Sometimes Sarah had to smile. It reminded her of those Disney princesses that whistled and all kinds of forest creatures would come to help her. "Daniel!"

The satyr jumped back, throwing the fridge closed. "Just checking!"

"Well, everything is under control so you needn't to worry." Sarah cleaned her hands and, after drying them, put them on her hips. "Now then. How about some juice?" She took some oranges from a bowl and prepared them.

Meanwhile Daniel took place on one of the chairs behind her and played his pan flute. He spluttered when it got knocked from his hands and he frowned as a few fairies flew in. "Oh you goddamn vermin!" He snarled at them and retrieved it from the other side of the kitchen.

Soft laughter rang through the room and Sarah was just in time to grab three of them as they neared the cups with juice. "Just a minute there guys, I'll get you some water." She filled a small bowl with water and put it on the table behind her. "Down, Daniel." She said as the satyr's hair bristled. "Is there any news?"

The fairies settled on the side of the bowl and one of the spoke. "Just some juicy rumours, that's about it."

Sarah smiled, leaning closer while leaning on one of her elbows. "Really?" She purred.

-

The woman sighed contentedly as she walked from the market with Daniel. She was carrying a basket on her arm. She hadn't bought much, just a few things for dinner and some fruit. Goblins were walking around her basket with watering mouths, but as long as they didn't actually take something, Sarah was fine with it.

They followed her all the way home and when they tried to follow her in Sarah told them firmly that enough was enough. Daniel left after a playful pat on the bum, where she could hear his hooves until he went around the corner. She snorted and made her way in. She put away the fruit and started making dinner.

-

Sarah yawned and stretched as she kicked off the covers of her bed. Outside she could hear the goblin city waking up. The woman swiftly showered, dressed and ate some fruit, after that she went outside and went for work.

Goblins greeted her cheerfully, she had built up quite the reputation, even though some people didn't greet her because they liked her, but purely because they liked her baking. She didn't care. She didn't expect everyone to like her, not at all. Sarah didn't even want everyone to like her, it would be boring, not to be able to work on a goblin's nerves every now and then or try their patience. Goblins had a funny way to react to these things, like nagging and ranting in goblin language. Daniel had been helping Sarah with trying to understand the strange language but it was so hard to follow. Words merged with each other and Sarah wasn't even sure she could move her mouth or tongue in the way it required.

"Pasco, Kanni, Lissi, I'm here!" Sarah called out as she entered the tailor shop.

An old goblin walked in, its hair gray and back curved. However, her brown eyes still sparkled with mischief which was unlikely to ever disappear. Her leathery skin was dry and her hands thin and she wore rags – like all goblins in town apart from the soldiers. "My, Sarah. You're early today."

"Oh, really?" She said with her eyes wide and turned back, opening the door. "Well then I'll just…"

"Oh no, you won't." Lissi grinned as she picked up a piece of parchment.

Sarah chuckled and closed the door again. "I'm just kidding Lissi, I enjoy working here." She said as she kneeled when the old goblin wobbled towards her so she was on about the same height. She looked up a little at the elder creature's worn face and pressed her eyes closed with a smile when Lissi pinched her cheek.

"I truly hope so dear. I hate to do this to you, but Kanni is home ill today." She said with a sad face, handing her the piece of parchment. "These are these day's pieces that have to be finished."

Sarah looked at the ten orders and smiled. "Oh that's fine, Lissi. I can do this."

"Princess, these are two shifts, are you sure you can manage?"

"Yeah yeah, sure! I did groceries yesterday so I'm free till I drop. No problem."

Lissi smiled at her and took both her hands in hers. "You're such a doll, Sarah. I'll help as much as I can, of course. Also, I'll pay you worth two shifts."

Sarah smiled and rose, heading for the back of the store where she gathered the notes, fabrics and other things to start working. She lay them in order of making them, grabbed one set and settled on a rocking chair. While humming she started sewing softly.

-

The woman stretched, checking her last handiwork. How could the king need so much clothing? Well, she had to admit he had great taste, the frock coat she just finished looked marvellous. She put it on the table, stretching and sighing. She looked at the time and noticed it was just past four. She had finished at the same time she did when Kanni was at work too. That was curious. Lissi had been helping her like she wanted to but Sarah had sent her away as she saw the old goblin's hands tremble.

Pasco had been measuring a part of the goblin army, apparently they needed new under pieces, again. Pasco was a bouncy, young goblin that was too impatient to sit down and sew for a couple of hours. His entire being was playful and Sarah doubted he'd ever be helpful sewing. She looked around as he ran in with a couple of bags in which the clothing would go. He tripped over the edge, tumbled and ended up tangled in the bags.

Sarah kneeled down at the puddle of plastic and untangled him. His blue eyes blinked in confusion, its green skin folded in a frown. His face was pointy, a long sharp nose and sharp cheekbones. Yet he still looked boyish.

Pasco had been a baby, about five years ago, but the runner lost and he had been changed.

"Pasco, I'm going home. All there's left to be done is putting the clothes away, place them in the order rack and put Lissi to bed, alright? Don't forget to lock the store when you leave."

"Yes, Sharah." He said with a grin and went to work. Pasco wasn't able to pronounce her name right for some reason. "Good night!"

"Night, Pash." She said with a smile and turned to leave.

"Oh, Sharah?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you bring along some cupcakes with chocolate topping tomorrow? I will pay of course."

"Sure thing. Bye!" Sarah walked back into the store and saw the last soldier leave. "Lissi, I'm going home. Take care alright? Is there anything I can bring you?"

Lissi rose from her chair slowly. "Thank you so much for your help Sarah, you're such an angel. I'll be fine though. Don't talk to strangers, alright?"

"I won't. So one bagel it is, then?" Sarah said with a smirk as she stopped by the door.

"That would be lovely, princess."

"Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, honey!" She called after the mortal woman with a smile.

-

Sarah smiled as she walked home. She thought about dinner tonight and licked her lips at the thought of the lasagne she'd be having in a few hours. She looked up at the sunny sky and smiled contentedly.

She jumped out of her thoughts as she heard someone calling her.

"Sarah, Sarah!"

"Daniel?" Sarah frowned as she watched the satyr running towards her, his face panicked. "What's wrong?"

"Your house!"

"What of it?" She said with a frown, holding the satyr's shoulders as he panicked.

"There's been a burglar! The whole place is trashed, the door has been kicked out and all the windows are broken!" He seemed on the verge of crying and he held her upper arms tightly. "Come on, quick!"

Sarah took his hand and took off running. She prayed this was one of his sick jokes, that there was nothing wrong with her house, but when they ran into the street she could see the part of the street in front of her house trashed with wood, pots and pans and a couple of her possessions. She came to a sliding halt in front of her house and looked at it helplessly. Daniel held her arm tightly as he saw her sad face. "M-my house…" She squeaked. Suddenly her expression changed to one of fury. "Who did this?" She growled in a low voice. Her head whipped around to a couple of goblins watching. "Who did this?!" The goblins jumped back and kept silent.

The woman snarled as she rushed into her house, jumping past the broken door. Like a lioness protecting her territory she walked through the house, growling as she saw how trashed it was. When she got back down Daniel was already cleaning up. He walked over to her and gave her a hug. "We've got to report this, Sarah. Some creatures visiting the goblin city are swift travellers, he could be gone tonight."

Sarah – never having experienced something like this – sighed and looked around. "Like where? Huh? I never saw a police station in the city."

Daniel looked at her strangely, obviously wondering what a police station was. "What? No, Sarah, you have to go to the castle for this."

The woman gasped and jumped back. "What? To the castle? Why?"

"Well, to report, obviously. Where else would you go? The fiery forest?" He said with a frown.

"Can't you go Daniel? Please?"

"Am afraid not, Sarah. This is your responsibility. You're a big girl – why wouldn't you be able to go yourself?"

She shivered, holding her arms as she looked down. "I couldn't possibly… I-I can't, there's -" Sarah looked up at him, dropping her hands to her sides. "I can't go there. The king can't see me."

"Why not? You haven't done anything against the law, have you?"

"No…" She drawled softly.

"Now then, come on! Hurry! They'll catch this filthy thief or I'll give them a taste of my hooves with my karate skills."

Sarah chuckled. "You don't have any karate skills, Dan." She sighed. "Well I guess we'll have to see that guy then. Come on feet."

"Hooves." Daniel insisted as he walked after her.