Amathë's pelt shook as she sensed a change in the air and the tranquility was lost in the past. She knew she could no longer stay in the lichen-branched tree she currently perched in. Amathë had always relished her time in the tree tops of The Evergreen to look down everything else, it gave her an aura of authority is her reasoning. She was also acutely aware that of course this was non-existent and a complete illusion but Amathë liked it all the same. Leaving her tree also meant that her time of stalking the Strange being was whilom.
The Strange beings weren't exactly uncommon in some areas of The Evergreen and depending on which marten Amathë was out with. With a kit on a mentoring run she would peg it as far as the richness' den (her family's hollow) but by herself or with a friend a similar age they would watch it trip and stumble over the ground as if it had never walked before. As pine martens, they could clear every snag in tireless ease. On the over hand this Strange being seemed more accustomed to the knotted floor. To Amathë the Strange being had a blank face no different to any others she had seen. The same flat muzzled teeth-exaggerating face (if they were to bare them) *to humans this is a smile* and a long ruff of fur surrounding their bare features. Weird.
Oh well, Amathë inwardly sighed as she turned to face the familiar direction of the hollow. Bunching her thighs into her flanks in preparation to leap Amathë took in her surroundings checking for danger and unwanted attention. And a certain storm took her attention. The ginnungagap if you remember. Any conscious thoughts were taken from Amathë; all that she can remember now of the occasion is staring into the surreal darkness. A void of another world stared back at her, as light raced into the abyss above it found an object neither sought nor expected. This 'object' fell through the ginnungagap. And this object was alive. No sooner had this realisation dawned on the dazed pine marten she wondered whether this was controlled or not. She was going to find out.
Resuming her bunched position once more another thought hit her hard, not as hard as the lightning above which now took up the space of the void. The Strange being, it as gone. Curse the pinecones thought Amathë in frustration. Now she had lost the direction of the being from the sky and ground. Curse the pinecones again.
