Aspen walked with Astilbe's tail curled around his arm as she perched on his shoulder, the small fhionn chirping with happiness near his ears as she guided him towards some unknown place deep into the forest. The sounds of his footsteps on the forest floor resonated as the forest seemed to be a shrine of calm, the fluttering of wings and the rustle of leaves being blown by the winds the only disturbance he could hear around him as he turned round and round to th...