The Tree Shepherd heard the distant, incessant chopping of woodsmen’s axes. The gentle fluttering of wings distracted him. Wyverns, dragons of many ilks, Manticores, rocs, griffons, Pegasi, and Cloudmares regularly flew over Mount Airie. A pleasing fragrance filled the air. Only on rare occasions had the Tree Shepherd beheld sirens. The siren glided gracefully to a point just beyond the reach of his lower branches and stared at the massive tree. Long orange red hair fell disheveled across her chest and down her back. Each long hair bristled with radiance and life. Large feathered wings sprouted from the small of her back and rose above her svelte figure. She attempted to disguise the presence of the long full brushy tail that extended behind her. The wondrous extraordinary female smiled demurely. When she spoke her melodious voice warmed the Tree Shepherd’s every branch and root.
“Be comforted, great one. You have served our world long and well. I’ve watched from your time as a sapling. Now your skills are needed anew,” the winged female’s voice purred.
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