|"He sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust." - Matt. 5:45|
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My entry is after the Mr. Linky code. If you just stumbled across this, it's not too late to join the fun!
=============================================Here is my entry. Marenya is currently staying inside a giant tree. Because, as you know, I've always wanted to live inside a tree.
=============================================Marenya woke to grey twilight and the sound of rain. The others were still sleeping. She lay, warm and comfortable, watching drops fall from the leaves outside the window. Although only a few hours seemed to have passed, she felt as alert as if she had rested an entire night. It occurred to her that perhaps she had done so, and slept right through to the next day. It was impossible to tell.
Something she couldn’t name pressed on her mind, making her feel that she must go up to the top of the tree. She tried to push the feeling aside, but the harder she tried, the stronger it grew. At last she got up. She wrapped the blanket around herself over the yellow robe. Then, creeping soundlessly on her bare feet, she tiptoed up the stairs and climbed onto the platform of branches above. The moist air hit her face and she raised her head to its coolness, eyes closed, drinking in the wonderful, rich smell of the forest. When she opened them, what she saw made her stop still.
There in front of her on a thick branch stood a gryphon. Its wings were folded and it was facing away from her, but even so, she could see the faint glow that shone from beneath its feathers, each of which looked as if it were made of purest gold. It was twice as tall as she, with sharp claws and pointed ears. It turned its head toward her, and she saw the curve of its gleaming beak and the depthless pools of its eyes. It was at the same time the most beautiful and the most fearsome thing she had ever beheld.
The gryphon turned on the branch so that she could see his full splendor. The raindrops caught the light that shone from him and glittered golden as they fell.