GAHRYE
Gahrye had been given a small but comfortable tree to use as his own until his new home was built within one of the Great Trees. It was strange… it was a perfectly comfortable house, and newer than his former home. But something felt wrong. It had taken him a couple of days to realize he kept looking for Kalle.
He could not call a place home until she was in it.
His stomach ached when he figured it out. And his enthusiasm for the new, Great Tree house suddenly waned. Was there any point if she would never be here to do it? He'd told the craftsmen that he would choose a tree soon, that they could wait to hear from him. They'd been confused, but shrugged and gone back to their business.
Now Gahrye slept—or tried to—in the narrow bed in one of the two bedrooms of the small home he'd been assigned. But his sleep was often fitful, and sometimes broken by dreams.
Nightmares.