“Well, something like that,” Morpheus replied. “Seems like you two are friends,” Leeora concluded. “Why am I not surprised?” Morpheus mumbled as he continued to effortlessly push the branches away with his wings, making a rhythmic ‘thwack’, ‘thwack’ noise that Ember found funny in a silly way She walked towards him while Ember stayed back at the door of her home. “He is following the King’s order to keep males from entering this house,” Leeora answered.
As for the thicker branches, he’s simply pushing them away with his wings. “What is wrong with this tree spirit?” he asked, as he decided to grab the moving vines hitting him and tie them in a giant knot. He was carefree and straightforward, but he was a warrior with a great sense of justice. Though he also hated humans, he was similar to Leeora-he would never harm any innocent person. She felt relieved to think that it was Morpheus as she knew she could trust him with this human. Leeora understood that the winged man Ember was talking about was Morpheus. “Hey, little female,” he said lightheartedly. Just then someone peeked out from the open doorway, and Morpheus offered that person a lopsided smile. “I thought you would come to see me only after I die,” the old elf said as she walked towards him. She tapped her staff to calm the tree spirit that was rampaging once again due to the order of their king to not let any male enter this house. Leeora easily recognized his ash gray hair and wings. He swatted away the moving branches like he’s fending off flies with his hand. The moment she opened the door, she saw a Divine Eagle turn into a man before landing in front of the door. With a sigh, Leeora stood up and went towards the door. The High Elder belatedly realized what it was. Her home shook a little as if the tree spirit had been disturbed and was restless. “Maybe I know him too.”Įmber nodded but even before she could answer, there was a disturbance outside her house.
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