Something of a stunned silence followed Fiona's outburst. The
atmosphere seemed very tense, as if something was about to happen,
something major. Mary, Robert and I looked at each other, not saying
a word. I think we'd all have quite liked a little cubbyhole to go
and hide in, to be honest.
“Ye-es,” the deep, rumbling voice said after what seemed like an
age, “This bird has served us well in the past, let us hear what it
has to say now.”
“Agreed,” the wind whistled and fire snapped in unison.
“Then,” the rumble continued, “Perhaps this new creature would
like to share its' own perspective?”
“New creature?” Mary asked, “What new creature?”
Robert nudged her sharply with his elbow, adding a harsh “Shhh!”
When she looked at him, protest forming on her lips, he brought a
finger to his mouth and nodded in Fiona's direction.
“Really...?” she asked, confused. “How is she new?”
“Silence,” water splashed, “We will hear from the bird now.”
