Over the passing months the two young lovers made their way through the forest, following the path through the trees until they reached another town.

The town was a benevolent town, its inhabitants kind towards mortals—though they still loved to trick, the tricks were merely mischievous, not the deceitful, malicious tricks of the others—and light, their coloring made up of gold and browns, greens and oranges, the colors of the earth, the colors of the sun, not the colors of the night and the moon as the others had been. The two were welcomed there, for it was clear that Pippin's suspicions were true—he would never be able to return to the world he had been born in, and soon enough Charlotte wasn't able to either—and so they made a home for themselves in this town where the inhabitants were kind, and together they lived happily ever after.