Treehouse

Modesty never would have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. Trees reaching up into the clouds, but the way their trunks and branches wove together, it was almost like a staircase… all the way to heaven. The stars amongst her coat were reflected in her eyes as she gazed upward with a slack jawed grin on her face.

Her kite chittered a warning, perched on one of the sturdy branches above, and the young Abraxas laughed. She could probably join him quite easily in this place. Maybe then she would have a better idea of how the wind felt fingering through his feathers as he flew?

She stretched up to the first branch, lacking the cat claws of some of her kin, she needed to be careful, from one branch to the next, she climbed, finally reaching where her companion was waiting. He clicked his beak in frustration. Clearly his warning had been a Don’t even think about it, but if he had remained silent, she never would have had the thought in the first place.

She reclined on the branch, one paw dangling down, feline like. It really wasn’t that high up, only as high as she would have been standing on her own back, but then again, she rarely thought to look up when she was walking along. Surely she wouldn’t be the only one? Maybe she could find herself a spot of lunch, if she was patient.

“Speech”