Anise waited nervous about the hesitance of Peck. She watched as he clearly took the time to think out the situation. She understood that his decision weighed heavily on him and the Forest as a whole. Finally, after what felt like an eternity he came to a decision.
Anise nodded, tied the Lantern of Spirit to her belt with the same rag she used to do it before, and followed him up the tree. She pulled herself up branch at a time. Each time took her a fair amount of effort, but not nearly as much as she expected it to. Her time in the Forest could not be all that long and yet her life in Riverforde felt so far away. Even if she had chosen to take the path back to Riverforde instead of choosing to become a Lady of the Forest; Anise was certain that she could never return to the way things were before.
Peck interrupted her thoughts by striking up a bit of conversation.
At the mention of the Lord of Shadow, Anise winced. She was quite certain she'd have to meet him again. In fact all of the Lords and Ladies probably had their part to play in returning the Forest to its proper place. She pulled herself up another branch while she thought of a response for the man. She wanted to know what happened to the last Lady of Light. "I have indeed been recently reincarnated. I am afraid that the Lady of the Pond failed to tell me anything about what happened to the last Lady of Light." She kept her tone level, but curious.
She decided not to directly ask him to tell her believing that if she was supposed to know that Peck would inform her. He stopped near the top of the tree poised between a pair of branches. He knocked on the bark and she heard a ticking sound.
A hundred years was quite a long time. She scanned over the bark of the tree using her improved vision from the hawk mask to inspect the wood for any weaknesses or perhaps a method of opening the tree in some way. After all this tree was no ordinary tree, and she was certain that it was a construct of machinery. That meant that putting it together would have some weak points, although perhaps the bark was there to cover it up.
She grabbed at a piece of the bark and tried to pull it off just to test her theory.
Peck nodded once in reluctant agreement. "All right." At the same moment, he made a sign with his hand and the gryphon suddenly flung itself into the air, spun over the lake, and flapped furiously toward the mountain. Peck never took his eyes off of Anise. "This way."
Anise nodded, tied the Lantern of Spirit to her belt with the same rag she used to do it before, and followed him up the tree. She pulled herself up branch at a time. Each time took her a fair amount of effort, but not nearly as much as she expected it to. Her time in the Forest could not be all that long and yet her life in Riverforde felt so far away. Even if she had chosen to take the path back to Riverforde instead of choosing to become a Lady of the Forest; Anise was certain that she could never return to the way things were before.
Peck interrupted her thoughts by striking up a bit of conversation.
"Why don't you look the same as the other Lords and Ladies?" he called back to her as he hoisted himself up onto another branch. "The Lord of the Flame is a bright bastard, and the Lord of Shadow is like smoke. The Lady of Stone actually is a boulder, I think. But you still look like . . . not like one might expect." He clambered nimbly along the twisted bark. "Is it because you've just been reincarnated? After what happened to the last Lady of Light, I mean."
At the mention of the Lord of Shadow, Anise winced. She was quite certain she'd have to meet him again. In fact all of the Lords and Ladies probably had their part to play in returning the Forest to its proper place. She pulled herself up another branch while she thought of a response for the man. She wanted to know what happened to the last Lady of Light. "I have indeed been recently reincarnated. I am afraid that the Lady of the Pond failed to tell me anything about what happened to the last Lady of Light." She kept her tone level, but curious.
She decided not to directly ask him to tell her believing that if she was supposed to know that Peck would inform her. He stopped near the top of the tree poised between a pair of branches. He knocked on the bark and she heard a ticking sound.
"It's here," he announced. "It's been inside the trunk here for a hundred years. My sword won't break it out, if that's what you're thinking."
A hundred years was quite a long time. She scanned over the bark of the tree using her improved vision from the hawk mask to inspect the wood for any weaknesses or perhaps a method of opening the tree in some way. After all this tree was no ordinary tree, and she was certain that it was a construct of machinery. That meant that putting it together would have some weak points, although perhaps the bark was there to cover it up.
She grabbed at a piece of the bark and tried to pull it off just to test her theory.