Gratefully, Fenn beamed and took his new bag from the witch. The boy lifted the flap and peered inside; it was fairly dark, and a little disorienting in how much bigger it looked inside than out. He stuck his arm all the way in, and then some, not able to feel the bottom of the bag. The little fae’s eyes lit up in excitement. The thought occurred to him that he could likely climb right inside if he wanted to. Later, he promised himself, he would play around with this.

THANKS! he wrote. GOOD MAKE. VERY BIG.

She grinned back, her cheeks becoming a web of wrinkles. “You’re welcome, little frost sprite.”

Gratefully, Fenn took off his old satchel, fished out the coin purse from inside it, and sorted out the seven hundred gold for the witch. Afterward, the old satchel and coin pouch were gleefully dropped into the new one. Fenn marveled at how it was almost as if the vanished right from existence. They didn’t weigh down the new satchel one bit! And it felt close enough to the old one around his shoulder; that pleased him.

Almost burning himself on the door again — whoops — Fenn skipped out of the shop. He had a hoard he needed to dump into this bag!