We began the next morning by packing before descending down the tree. Freya had been up already for more than an hour and had just returned from venturing forth out upon one of the branches to get a better view of what lay ahead of us. She hadn’t been able to see anything; the mist over the glade before us was impenetrable.
Freya’s smile was infectious as came bounding back, ‘the birds of the forest chirp in the freedom of the open air before us,’ she said. By the time we were half way down the descending tree our eyes were availed by the dense fog. ‘I believe that the best thing about today will be reaching the ground,’ Freya said her eyes bright above a beaming smile.
The last few feet down I climbed down with Freya upon my shoulder. As my feet hit the forest floor we heard it, not far behind us somewhere out in the mist, the panther had returned. The fog was naught but a few feet above our heads, though before us as the ground descended it lay thick and availed the creature from our eyes. The edge of the forest was before us, on both our right and left the forest’s opened up, as a great red wall ends abruptly upon the boarder of its territory. We were about to step out into a new strange land.
In all hopes of returning,
Charles & Freya
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