The Bracken Woods The Garden

The darkness had set with only the moon guiding her. Though she was awake, and wondering about. The owls hoo'd in the night, large eyes watching the phoenix in wonder, and she looked back, for them only to turn away. They were fearless, that was for sure. Hard to hunt when they were far up in the trees, especially the few hawks that glared at Uriel.

Perhaps the owls thought to be the guides of destiny, as unknowingly she was following them as they flew tree to tree, and somehow, she heard of falls. Uriel perked her golden ears, for the sound of waterfalls came to be, and thought to be unusual, for she never thought there would be one around. She thought to explore quite a bit- yet of course she would miss a few. The Bracken Woods are large, she could not see it all alone.

For the other was there already, and the lioness greeted, "Good day to you, Hemlocke," she dipped, "beautiful, isn't it?" Though she yet to see it's true value.