Fyra listened intently as she watched two cloaked figures argue quiet but intensely to her mother, Catharine. They kept motioning to her. Her large glistening brown eyes stared innocently at her mother who was now pleading to the two figures then finally both people nodded and walked over to baby Fyra, now she could tell that one was a woman and one was a man. The man and woman twisted their arms together murmured something then pressed there hands on Fyra’s head. She winced as an kenergy was sucked from her then the two people turned and walked into the fire place and disappeared. Fyra was left with her mother in there small log cabin glowing with firelight, but then she was aware of another presence in the room, three long necked cats sat at the foot of her crib. First the small grey cat stepped forward “Noche” Fyra giggled the cat bowed and hovered above Fyra then landed and layed down on a blanket in the small crib. Next an orange cat stepped forward “Lockkey” Fyra announced the cat performed a small loop and layed down on a blanket. Finally with a shove from her mother a large black reluctant looking cat tumbled forward Fyra stared at the cat “Thren” she whispered the cat scampered away.
The next couple months with her mom were heaven, even though they never went outside. You see Fyra lived in the small city of Grenim. In Grenim people never come in or go out, it’s made up of about 27 small log houses
one small spider
A spider carfully steps across its web covered in dew, strung in between some leaves over a brook going into a water fall. it is so small dangling over a beautiful river. crystal blue water rushing past not stopping to notice small gleaming coins in between rocks. at the brim of the water fall. large boulders to sit on to view the tall red wood trees tipping procariosly towerds the sun that filters through the leaves on to one speacial and magical spot. an earthy smell rises from wet rocks drying in the sun. hidden treasures covered in mud never to b found, mist from the morning dripping off of any plant that might of been in the space. a tiny drop hits the surface of the water golden from the sun and break over the water fall and falls into a quit pool. huge rocks and a beautiful sun, tall redwoods so big and dangling in the leaves over a roaring water fall and boulders, over forever lost treasures, and old, dead yet colorful leaves. small dangling spider weaves his web as the sunsets in his small glistening web and small delicat body a small spider, one small spider, his beautiful, his treasure, his big world.