Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Briar's eyes snapped open. Lifting his head he looked upwards through the trees. The patches of night between the branches overhead oozed a luminescence that rimmed each leaf like frost. His heart had quickened once he woke and he sat with bated breath. Something was amiss.

The world seemed silent until a call resonated through the air. Many other voices rose to answer. The instinct to join loosened his chest, allowing air back into his lungs. And with a strained voice, he tipped back his head and joined the song. Out of practice he lay have been with that sort of thing.