A sequal to Dryadia; this story starts exactly where Dryadia finishes.

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Dryadia had almost reached Eleanor Street — where her adventure had started two weeks ago — when she came to an Ampol service station.

Normally she would have avoided the station for fear of the honking horns and revving engines.   But as she was about to fly past, she saw a mother and two children step out of the service station shop.   The mother and teen son each carried a Mars bar.   The girl was already chewing a large Cherry Ripe.

At the sight of the candy, her belly began to rumble audibly.   Realising she was plainly visible now, Dryadia looked all about herself to ascertain no one was looking in her direction, then hurriedly landed.

Ignoring the burning heat of the sun-warmed concrete against her bare feet, the dryad strode purposefully across the service station, till reaching the glass door to the shop.

Then, unsure how to open the glass door, she stopped a few metres away, by one of the petrol pumps and watched as other people entered or exited the shop.

To her dismay, however, there was no visible handle on the glass door.   And she could not see what the people were doing to make the door open, since they were not even reaching toward it with their hands.

After a few minutes, she realised that she could not prop where she was much longer or people would start to wonder about her.   And might notice she wasn’t wearing any shoes.

After a quick look around, she decided to step in behind a tall, gangly man to try to follow him into the shop.   And to her delight, when he approached the door, it slid into the wall long enough for her to follow him into the shop.

Almost stumbling on the rough mat inside the store, Dryadia watched the tall man start across to a small both in one corner of the shop to pay his petrol bill.

As the man stepped up to the booth, the dryad saw there were boxes of Mars, Bounty, Snickers, Crunchie, Twirl, Flake, and other chocolate bars on a counter just below the front of the service booth.   But seeing the man take his wallet from his back pocket to pay, she realised that she could not just help herself to the candy, since they would expect her to pay for it.

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