The forest Etinnie was her home, although I have seen glimpses of her kind on other worlds. She danced in the comforting embrace of willow moss, between golden shafts of sunlight and bough shadow; unaware of my presence.

When she saw me, she stopped, her eyes spoke simply and direct with the innocence of youth and the aged experience of tree folk who measure the time between raindrops in eons.

“Yes, they are attached … ” Her eyes mouthed the words over the gulf that lay between us. “Do you have a problem with that?”

I smiled and waved in the inept manner of humans when confronted with the incredibly obvious. She stared a moment longer, shrugged her shoulders and then flew back into the shadow of dreams.

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