Silverlight Terrace rule number two, just dont get attached to somebody you could lose

A feather and a bird - very well then... Wraen paused, toying with the offered words, creating impressions and associations, looking for a place, where to weave them in the colorful fabric her story was. It was not an easy task, because she was nowhere as skilled in the art as her mother had been, nor would she ever reach the same profeciency. She lacked the true passion for it, having inherited her father's more down-to-earth attitude regarding imagining and creating things. 

Eventually the only right way was moving forward, even if you did not exactly know, where would it take you. And in the hopes that the story would unfold itself, only if she made those first necessary steps to get the wagon going. "Firefly's mother was a little bit of a witch - she knew the ways and goings of the magic and had once been the inhabitant of the forest as well. Therefore before letting her son on adventure, she gave him a magical feather, saying that as long as he kept it with him, he would always find a way out of the forest. 

Off he went then, eager to face, whatever danger lied ahead and to complete his task as quickly as possible. What he did not take in account was that the forest itself was like one big living, breathing and thinking being and it would not present itself to anyone just because they wanted to see it. Quite contrary - it liked to test people in many ways by leaving clues and pointers and riddles along the way and only those, who were observant enough of these things, would be granted an entrance. 

Firefly did not know this, he missed many opportunities, took the wrong turns and was tricked away, when he had drawn close. Unbeknownst to him the forest was always watching, amused by the determination and foolishness of the young wolf, until eventually he decided to make it easier than it was. By sending a messenger - a pitch black bird that looked similar to a crow. It followed Firefly and, when he was sound asleep, stole the feather from him.

The boy woke up to see the black bird standing mere feet away from him, the feather in it's beak. He wasted no time and went after the sneaky creature, chasing it for a long time, losing track of the miles he had run, the time that had passed and with the bird out of sight, suddenly finding himself in a foreign place. The forest had devoured him without him even noticing. 

Tired and confused he found a rivulet nearby and leaned down to quench his thirst. Then..." there Wraen stopped and looked at Witchbaby, waiting for her to add the sentence that would move the story forward.