04-29-2012, 10:49 AM
She was a strange thing, the pygmy of the clan. While she hated most of the creatures that dwelt in the trees of the clan lands she was more like them than she would ever admit. The tiny woman slide through the large elder branches of the trees with ease, listening to the cackles and caws of the ravens overhead and below as she slipped to and fro through the limbs that formed a skybridge above the world she knew.
Zana's belly was beginning to show a slight plumpness to it but the woman had ignored it like she ignored so many other things. Her actions of moving through the upper levels of the woods came to an end at the sound of a voice, and not the raw voice of a raven, but the softer tones of a canine, and one she didn't know. The small woman quietly slide down from the branches she was perched on to sit where she could actually see the woman below. She blinked once or twice as she realized the woman was talking to the raven, but it didn't seem as though she was actually talking to the bird.
Another of the ravens swooped down to perch on Zana's shoulder and back, the woman growled softly for the bird was large enough to take up a good portion of her shoulder and trail down her back but she ignored that for now as she ran a finger down the creature's spine as she spoke up. "Why hello Sparrow..." She was not a bird nor were these trees her home, but she knew them well enough, the ravens and the treetops they lived in.
Zana's belly was beginning to show a slight plumpness to it but the woman had ignored it like she ignored so many other things. Her actions of moving through the upper levels of the woods came to an end at the sound of a voice, and not the raw voice of a raven, but the softer tones of a canine, and one she didn't know. The small woman quietly slide down from the branches she was perched on to sit where she could actually see the woman below. She blinked once or twice as she realized the woman was talking to the raven, but it didn't seem as though she was actually talking to the bird.
Another of the ravens swooped down to perch on Zana's shoulder and back, the woman growled softly for the bird was large enough to take up a good portion of her shoulder and trail down her back but she ignored that for now as she ran a finger down the creature's spine as she spoke up. "Why hello Sparrow..." She was not a bird nor were these trees her home, but she knew them well enough, the ravens and the treetops they lived in.