Jade Fern Grove the lucky compass

The forest knows something she does not.

The woods hush. A flight of warblers abandon their tree. She raises a snout to pull into lungs the strange and heavy air.

A pale shape gusts past her. In the half-moment it takes her eyes to gain focus, she believes this to be the cloud-girl! She hurtles forward excitedly with a lifting prickle of dark pelt.

“Bjarna!”