The twisted tree with silver leaves shifted as It's branches caught the breeze and danced in the wind. Any creature capable of thought would have been caught speechless by the beauty of the light catching the leaves creating a lightshow like a disco ball. Not that this story was about that. No, this perspective in particular was the one of a solitary creature who lived in the branches of the great twisted plant.

Chirp?

Was the only sound that the silver bird made as it watched the pale twolegs suddenly fall over. As much as the sight of something like that amused it, the bird couldn't help but feel rather apprehensive about the changes the pale creature might bring to It's home and the forest at large.

Also, was the twolegs dead? Past experiences from It's very long life told it that when something stopped moving, it was either dead or sleeping. Hmm. It hadn't looked wounded considering how franticly the creature threw those white spheres out of the...

The bird shifted It's three legs on the nest that it had made and tilted it's feathered head in what looked to be deep thought. The closest things it could come up with was an image of a hole, a bit like one of those hole things that it remembered the twolegs having on the sides of their nests that they came in an out from. However this hole wasn't connected to a nest, in fact it wasn't connected to anything at all.

Hole. How long?

It tilted It's head in the other direction. If it remembered properly, the hole showed up in the clearing near it's home a little while after the light bringer had risen over the distant line where it couldnt see anything farther. It's arrival was quite loud too, a large BANG and then it was there! Shortly afterwards it had seen the twolegs open the holes cover. Which the it had then watched the twolegs do a rather strange dance of opening and closing the cover to the hole.

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Hole. Hole... danger?

The bird half closed it's eyes in a gesture that one might believe to be a bird version of a raised eyebrow. Danger wasn't good. It had been told to protect this place and It wasnt about to let a silly hole abstruct that. Besides, there wasnt a single thing in this entire forest that hadn't already bowed to It's might. This hole would do the same if it knew what was good for itself.

I check. Hole bad? I fight. I win.

With its mind made up, the bird pulled itself up to it's nest and jumped off. With a flap of It's large silver wings;

CHIRP?!

It fell like a rock and hit the ground below with a loud smack.

Ow.

Well, that was embarrassing. Looks like it had forgotten how to fly temporarily. Not that it was surprised by this, it had been countless light bringer and not light bringer cycles spent doing nothing but sit in it nest and watch the forest grow around it.

Chiruff...

The silver bird made a huffing noise as it sharply looked from side to side at the forest around it. It was a proud species that had the ability to fly perfectly fine, thank you very much. But if anyone had saw it fall, lets just say that there would be no witnesses left alive. Thankfully (for everyone else), nobody had seen It's little flightless escapade. Besides, with it's power it wasn't like it needed to fly. But to use it for such mundane uses such as transportation? Completely inconcieveable. Not when it had a wondeful pair of wings to show off.

...

Well, that hole was pretty far. It could use it's power just this once. As a treat. With a few hops across the dry earth, the bird looked at where it wanted to be. It crouched a bit lower, letting the heat flow to the lines on it's legs from the core located near it's spine. One more hop and it was gone, leaving nothing but a few claw shaped footprints.