Ghost Lion Crag for the trees that we see cannot forever breathe, with the changes they will confront

Weejay didn’t much like leaving her home these days, but the most recent quake had startled her into running.. and before she knew it, she wasn’t home anymore. 

She had taken refuge under a pair of shivering elms, waiting until the quake passed with wide eyes. She missed Elfie horribly in this moment; she almost found herself regretting not going with him.. She couldn’t leave Daddy, and even though it was only a bit away, Weejay was a homebody: she liked the familiar, and loved the way her garden had grown. Now it was a patch of stubble given all the coldness, but even then Weejay looked upon her garden empire with pride. 

The last of the grinding had gone away, but Weejay remained parked in the pine straw. For the first time, she realized how silent the earth was — no birds singing, no sound of rodents underfoot.. just an eerie, suffocating hush that filled her with more dread than the rattling had.