Trees, trees, there were trees everywhere!~Excerpt from the first report from the north
Bernin wasn’t worried she was lost. The trees looked alike, sure, but she was definitely moving closer. The tracker didn’t have a measure of distance and sure she had been checking it more and more often. But she still had to be moving in the right direction. She stopped. She had to know. There was really only one solution to that.
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Bernin was feeling much better. The pillar of smoke had been behind her for quite a while and she could clearly see it moving further and further away from her. That was the only reason she was feeling better. It had nothing to do with burning a tree to the ground. Nothing at all.
The day passed quickly after that. Flying above the trees she had a better view of the position of the sun and it was reaching quite low. She had not yet spotted anything close to the tree described for treehome and her tracker was still pointed in the same direction as always. She supposed she could simply keep flying. She had a shield and was moving fast enough that no animal would attack her out of nowhere.
Still, a night under the stars seemed appropriate. It wasn’t often she travelled in forests. Those down south were different. Less wild somehow. The magic around here felt less constrained, she might even decide to untie her hair… No, that would be silly. She looked for a good sized treetop. It was time to make a place to sleep. Luckily she had prepared for this.
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Hovering above the canopy, Bernin grabbed a small wooden cube from her bag. It had been a gift a while ago. She had read about trees a lot and more specifically, tree houses. Much like any child her age she had filed the appropriate paperwork for the request. That it was written in crayon had nothing to do with it. As expected, a few months later she had received a wooden cube with instructions. It had been while, but she had kept up with the enchantments, growing the bed and room when necessary. It had been a while though…
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It still fit. Kind of. Her bed was a little small, but she still fit. She had to crouch down slightly to get through the door, but it still fit.
Bernin spent the next couple days in that treetop. She had to redo a lot of her old work, but it was definitely worth it. She no longer had to crouch down. The oven went above slightly warm and the bed was a lot bigger. The first night had been horrible and the morning even worse. Spending three days fixing a portable house she never used was worth it though. Definitely.
She arrived at treehome the next day. It wasn’t even evening yet. Bernin suppressed an inner sigh. Still worth it.