Sun Mote Copse we are biding our time, for these myths to unwind

Weejay's eyes lit up at the mention of party, but no sooner had her brother spoken did he disappear with an audible pop, the wind of which forced her hair back and caused her ears to involuntarily pin. What?! Weejay's mouth hung open in shock, frantic as she scoured the simmering area for her brother -- he had just disappeared into thin air, in the most inconceivable of manners..

She started darting from place to place, calling her brother's name -- and it was in that moment that the sky started to darken and fracture, trees and ground grumbling and crumbling. Startled, Weejay barely missed a section of sky as it plummeted down upon her like the debris of a demolished building. Her heart raced, and she spun around in the dust as another tall column, this time of starfire and trees, came crashing down upon her.

Suddenly she was awake. The world was eerily quiet. Dark. Still. No fissures in the world she perceived, no cracks or groans or roars -- just the peaceful song of nightime, and the smooth soothing sight of her den.

It seemed so peaceful... but why was her heart galloping a mile a minute like a loosened horse?

She felt something nudge her and startled, recoiling almost instinctively from her brother. Adjusting to the darkness, Weejay realized it was Elfie. "Elfie!" She exclaimed in a hushed voice, her heart thudding against her chest as she reared and clumsily tried to hug him tight.