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Live birdsong had accompanied the ginger stag's every foot fall to the Blood Falls, though the chirps and wingbeats of birds were not the only music on the air.
The wondrous cooing that seemed to constantly fall from his daughter's lips followed his own humming, resulting in a kind and agreeable chorus that would please any lucky enough to witness it. It was these moments that Tilney most treasured - the times he spent on adventures with the one's he loved deeply, the ones who returned that love and expected nought in return. Peatree, who by now had accumulated most of his wingspan flew far ahead, sometimes prefering to disapear into the clouds in pursuit of songbirds to chase, for Tilney and Maude travelled far too slow for the swooping and gliding megabat. Occasionally the chiroptera would land upon Tilneys antlers or even attempt to nestle upon the tines that grew from Maudes own skull, but usually found them far too short to balance on. The red trees began far before any hint of a waterfall made itself known, and before long they stepped through a world of red. When the rush and push of water was heard among the sussurrus and general psithurism of the canopy, tilney knew they were close. "This way my love" He uttered to his smaller companion, one who it seemed was not so small any more. She was nearing one year old, her head bobbing now at the height of his wither. clambering over an embankment and stepping up upon a rock Tilney beheld the Blood Falls, majestic as it was quiet. No one ever ventured here, or so it seemed. With a green glance back to Maude, a smile springing fomr his lips the gentleman stepped form the boulder on which he stood and paced towards the water's edge, dipping his nose in to taste the red water.
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