Loki was flying over the Roraldi forest, admiring the lush green trees below her. They were so pretty, just like that day so many months ago when she had run into Dendou, her lost love. The bleached ferrikoon sighed. What had gone wrong? He hadn't contacted her since that time months ago, and she hadn't contacted him either. The sun shone high above the forest. Why had she come here? It was just a reminder of what was lost.
Her wings began to tire and she sank low to beneath the canopy of trees to rest on a branch. Her stomach was growling, so she had to find a river or stream to fish in. She scanned the area. Nothing there. She flew to a new tree, then another one until she found water. Then she went to the edge of the water. It was a small pond, it would do. She watched the clear water for any sign of movement. There, a shiny fish darted across.
Loki dove into the water, searching for more fish. She found and caught a few, then returned to the surface. She dropped the fish out of her mouth and shook the water out of her pelt. The droplets flew off in a shower of water and Loki sat down to eat her lunch. The fish was so good, nothing was better than freshwater trout.
Her wings began to tire and she sank low to beneath the canopy of trees to rest on a branch. Her stomach was growling, so she had to find a river or stream to fish in. She scanned the area. Nothing there. She flew to a new tree, then another one until she found water. Then she went to the edge of the water. It was a small pond, it would do. She watched the clear water for any sign of movement. There, a shiny fish darted across.
Loki dove into the water, searching for more fish. She found and caught a few, then returned to the surface. She dropped the fish out of her mouth and shook the water out of her pelt. The droplets flew off in a shower of water and Loki sat down to eat her lunch. The fish was so good, nothing was better than freshwater trout.