(Insert general disclaimer and then we begin)
The first thing Mura noticed apon waking was that she was surounded by something warm, soft and gently swaying. The swaying usualy happened when she was sleeping in a tree but trees were hardly warm and not generally soft. Requiring more sensory imput, Mura opened her eyes. The room, if that's what you chose to call it, was round and small. It contained, in order of Mura's observation, The soft blue cushion she was sleeping on and the matching sheet that covered her, shelves lining the entire room who's contents was kept in place by strategicaly placed ropes, a handle attached to the floor, a window with gausey curtains, it looked informatively like trees outside, two trunks which looked unlikely to slide accross the floor to quish her, and an unoccupied hammoch. The whole space felt like Snowdance.
Mura stood and stretched, which hurt. Really not too strange considering what had happened, hm, how long ago? It could have been any length of time really. A day a week, an hour, well, probably not the last one. Snowdance would know.
:Snowdance!: she called. That hurt. It rung inside her head. Why did everything have to hurt all of a sudden?
A trap door popped up where the handle on the floor was. It was Snowdance. :You don't have to yell, and you probably shouldn't,: he informed her calmly.
:I didn't know where you were,: Mura said quietly kneading her claws into the blanket a little.
Snowdance climed into the room and shut the door. :how are you feeling?: he asked.
:Like a herd of horses decided to hold a tapdancing contest on me,: Mura said closing her eyes.
Stifling a laugh Snowdance asked:will you claw my arms to bits it I pick you up or no?:
:Hm, no,: was the response.
:The healers said you still have a few fractured ribs but otherwise nothing serious,: Snowdance told her while lifting her gently from her pillow. Cradling the cat with one arm he softly stroked her fur with the other.
He spoke something to her and her responce to it was:what?:
He laughed :I forgot that you don't speak Tayledras, Would you like to see the rest of the ekele?:
Mura meowed affermative and Snowdance opened the trap door and carried her down the stairs. Except by stairs, I mean glorified ladder. :My ekele only has two rooms,: he said embarasedly. The living room was marginally larger than the bedroom. Cushions and a low table which was safely attached to the floor. Extra cushions were kept in a net in the corner. :I have a porch,: he said chearily sliding open one of two doors, this time in the wall. The doors looked like windows before this action. They each had a large clear not glass pane in them that allowed a good view of the porch and trees outside. The porch itself had no railing and circled most of the ekele which was most definitly perched in a tree. In normal building terms they were nine stories up in the air. There were three larger ekele built lower in the tree but none above them. There was a fish pool below the tree and flowering vines growing happily up the trees. :I just love the view from up here,: Snowdance said with a smile but Mura was asleep again already.
A Kaleda'in was climbing the stairs up to Snowdances ekele, "I heard Mura shout, is she ok?" the woman asked.
"She's fine, Summerhart," Snowdance told the woman who was so named for her plain brown hair and doe-like brown eyes.
"That's good," Summerhart said with a sigh. Observing the way that Snowdance was holding the feline she said with a smile, "Well, you said you didn't want another bondbird."
Snowdance stroked Mura's grey green fur, getting a purr, "We humans never seem to have a choice in who we get bonded to."
Summerhart laughed, "Truer words have never been spoken."
(end)
Ok, so that's it for this story. It's over. This chapter probably sucked for all the time between postings. This isn't the end of Mura and Snowdance! Want me to write about how he got the name Snowdance? How about Mura meets a firecat? Or when the dyheli decide that she's rested enough to have languages crammed in her head?