Friends From High Places
Fahima shook her head vigorously; droplets of water flying everywhere. She had been heading home to Oz' Ske but a rather nasty storm had caught her off guard. Unable to continue in such poor conditions she had to take refuge under the roots of a large tree. She was lucky to have found it, the last thing she needed was to catch pneumonia, though it was not the ideal place to light a fire either so she would have tough it out.
Unable to think of anything productive to do she decided to turn in for the time being, and hopefully, when she woke up, would be dry and rested. Placing her head on a bed of fallen leaves she closed her eyes and settled down, the pitter patter of the rain lulling her into a comfortable slumber.
Fahima sat bolt upright, instantly jolted awake by a roar of thunder in the distance. Lowering her ears she cupped her hands over head, and curled up as small as she could, as if she were trying to hide from an all knowing eye. Try as she might, she was unable to keep