With the help of her friends, Elise quickly gathered up the crib and cushy looking upholstered rocker with its matching foot rest, along with a few boxes that were marked with Elise’s name. She couldn’t be sure what they contained, but hoped that maybe they held photos, storybooks or maybe some of her old toys.
While it was true that her father rarely had the time to make toys for her of the kind that he was famous for, she never really lacked for entertainment growing up. She had plenty of regular, non-magical toys, some of which her mother had probably saved. If the temporally adjusted nature of the storage space was any clue, she had the feeling that anything that had been stored here would be just as good as the day it was put away - barring any arcane side effects caused by interdime
