The Wyrd of the Woods in Times Passed

Brimmyn had been in the woods for what seems like years, but was it only a blink of time for a faerie. She had not gone back to where she came from, for reasons no one knows. She had seen no one for as long as she was there. Not Conner, and definitely not her Dragon. The others…she didn’t care.

As she walked through the woods , Brimmyn noticed a familiar path, somewhere she hadn’t been in a long time. The trees seemed to be telling her to follow it.

“Alright, alright. I’m going!” She moaned at the trees as she turned from her wandering to being led along. For a time, she saw no animals, heard no bugs, and felt no wind. It was quiet, eerily so. Nothing moved, except her. It seemed as if she was walking, but not moving. Only until something flew threw the air and landed on her head. There was a storm of angry squeaking as a small creature climbed down her hair and onto her shoulder.

Brimmyn put her hand up to lift this creature off her shoulder and was met with a hard bite. “Ow! Things like that will get you thrown little thing.” As she looked, Brimmyn saw it was her chipmunk friend that she left behind. More angry squeaking came out of the chipmunk, this time to her face. “I’m sorry, dear friend. I had to go. I thought you would follow, and I guess you did. Took you long enough, didn’t it?” Brimmyn asked. The chipmunk sighed and climbed back onto her shoulder and nested in Brimmyn’s hair.

Now, for the first time in a very long time, Brimmyn could hear the sounds the woods make. Birds in the trees, wind dancing through the leaves, the foxes and the deer running, and the bugs humming a tune. Brimmyn kept walking, and the woods got louder. Finally a song to listen to.

After a while, Brimmyn found herself passing the giant old oak tree that Conner had lived in. She was no longer there. The hole was dark and dank and smelled of times passed. At once she knew where the woods were leading her. Back to her home in the grove. She was not far off now, it would not be long until she heard the song of her trees again. With more walking she found the river that runs around the grove and began to follow it towards its destination.

Brimmyn could hear the singing of her trees as she walked into the grove surrounded by millennia old trees, tall and wise, singing just for her. Her fire pit was there, as it always was in the grove, off to the side. It had been overgrown, but the rocks from the river she loved were still in place. Brimmyn put the chipmunk in a bed of soft grass and began to dance. Leaping and spinning, moving to the sounds of the trees and bugs. Arms outstretched to the sky, feet planted on the ground. She bent her knees and leaped high into the trees. From branch to branch she hopped, dancing all the way. Down from the trees, she swayed with the wind and flowed with the river. All of a sudden, Brimmyn was back in the trees, running through the tree tops like it was her first time all over again. To run. To run was to be released from all of her feelings.

At last it was time to go back to the grove. She sat in the middle as she always did. She waited, and waited. For a long time she sat there. Hoping that her Dragon would appear like he always did, but he did not.

“Where is he?” She asked.

Brimmyn looked up into the trees, wondering, waiting. Someone, or something was staring at her, then it was gone.

“Where is he?”