Fourteen
At first I’m not sure it will work—I’m not holding anything that belongs to Ryn—but I find him easily. I suppose it makes sense. We’ve spent a lot of time together recently, so there’s already some kind of connection between us. What I am surprised at is his location; I thought I was the only one who went there these days.
I step out of the faerie paths onto a wide branch. Colors loop and swirl lazily within the bark, brightening ever so slightly each time I take a step. A night creature—cat-like, with fiery orange wings—bares its teeth at me before slinking away. I walk carefully along the branch, stepping around the glow-bugs. I climb onto another branch, and then another. I’m close to the canopy now; I can see the sky clearly between the leaves of the highest branches. Scatte
