"Yes, you're a pet. You said so yourself. What else would you be if you followed me around? Certainly not a wild animal." She laughed in the silver moonlight filtering through the tree's leaves. Little stars blinked and glimmered in their velvet case, forming constellations that Nij would hope to know someday. Somewhere, an owl hooted, as if acknowledging the little witch. Crickets chirped their chorus, and all was silent between her and Anterra. She pressed her back into the trunk of the tree, feeling the bark through her shirt. She stroked the fox's fur, listening to the tree. He was singing a song, almost, a song of joy and delight. It had been long since the last time a witch had spoken to him, sat in his branches. He marveled at the fact that a beloved daughter of Caiyha had chosen to rest on him, of all the other trees. She glanced at the fiery fox that was in her lap, waiting for him to say something. |