There were so many new things to take in. With a rise of panic, it became clear how overwhelming it all could be.
I took in our surroundings and tried to calm myself.
I looked to another one. Tree….
One more. Another tree….
The sound of crickets made me glad I wasn’t the only one still awake. Their music helped soothe me. I still couldn’t get over how soft the little red hen was. I counted her with the trees. Chicken….
A brief lull. Rocks….
Something moved in the darkness of the woods. I startled to full alertness. Not a tree.
We were being spied on.
An acorn hung from the Father Tree, protected by Abaven. However, one day the acorn fell off as Abaven fought off a creature heading for the tree. The acorn was picked up by an evil creature, but was flung away and hit the hen Rós in the head. Rós and her friend Grania then sets out on a journey to find out what this little piece of sky is. Continue reading