Barrow Fields moonriser

She meandered in a westerly direction, glad for the range which not only cut the last of the day’s glare but also the view of a particular mountain in the distance. Still, a sense of deepest homesickness welled up within her as she approached the foot of Horizon Ridge. Pie didn’t want to stray any further, so she drew in a breath and prepared to howl after all.

Then Wyvern’s wings beat against the back of her head as the bird took flight with a small cry that echoed off the nearby rockery. Tiuttuk remained still, yellow eyes lifting to follow the nightjar’s flight. Just before Wyvern blurred into the darkness, she swooped. Along with her signature swish, she let out a screech.

It didn’t take Tiuttuk long to see why. Alaric stood just below where the bird now circled. Pie’s breath whooshed out of her as she broke into a run to greet her longtime friend. She didn’t hesitate to come right up to him, tail waving as she nosed at his chin and nearer cheek.

Hey! I was hoping to find you. She bit back the urge to ask about Tiki, focusing on him as she thought about a previous conversation and queried, How’ve you been? Have you traveled any? Traded much?