[Sh'lainn is on the roof, looking out toward the forest.]

It seems strange t'me t'take a fanciful story so literally. Where d'these creatures come from?

[After a moment, she lifts off of the roof and flies toward the trees.]

[There is a great tree, far, far too tall and broad to be housed in an underground cavern, but that is exactly where it is. Sh'lainn stands at the tree's base, dressed in a long, nearly shapeless white gown, looking upward ( Read more... )