Cunundra awoke with a start as she heard the gently creek of the branch outside her window... and then smiled at the familiar sound of the ruffling of Figment's feathers.
Figment has served her well over the many years of treks thru time and space.
Cunundra rolled over and pushed open the window pane. In flew Figment with a cool night's breeze trapped in his wings.
Cunundra smiled as he ruffled his lacy chest.
"What have you brought me, old friend"
Figment fluttered closer to her and dropped the travel tattered scroll.
"Ah! News from Mirth!"
How long had it been? Too Long.
Memories of the beautiful landscapes... and conquered creatures... and old comrades...
flooded her mind. So far from the treetop home and the world she lived in now.
She felt a tug... a pang...
The news of the strife that had befallen Mirth was horrible at the very least. The new Lord of the Realm, RR, had never impressed Cunundra much. She felt for those who were left to follow in his wake and neglect and possible destruction.
She wondered if she could make the time to travel back.
She looked at figment, now face buried in his feather chest in front of the fire, and longed for Mirth.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she settled back onto her bed...
The faint rustling of wind thru the leaves... the wind chime gently resonating on the deck... the soft sound of the brook and falls below... lulled Cunundra into sleep...
head and heart filled with thoughts of Mirth.