Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

It isn’t much longer that she finds it. Keeping himself firmly planted in place at the base of the tree made it easy to locate and she is quiet as she approaches. Furi does not want to startle him but he hasn’t move since she’d stepped within a few yards of him. Pale green eyes travel upward to try and figure out what he’s looking at but nothing in particular catches her attention. She tilts her head to one side and steps closer for a better look. Suddenly, she’s too lost in trying to find the thing he’s looking at that she doesn’t mask her footsteps and eventually halts nearby with her gaze firmly pointed skyward.
 
Her mouth parts and, without looking away from up the tree trunk, she asks, “what’s up there?”