Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin Chapter 6 - 6

Chapter 6:

I should have guested with this white warm coat of mine that we would be living in very cold places, but still the view leaves astonished.

We are at the lowest islands of the lot for they have less of that hot core that keeps these colossal rocks afloat, and in such altitude is actually a surprise that the other islands are not as cold as this one, in a perpetual winter snow state.

We have to cross over the cloud river to get there, no railings on the side as the tal bridge looks more like loosen plates put on top of the long chain that swing with the wind and curves with the long distance between one island to the other.

I'm not afraid of heights but even I raise my eyebrows at that.

Mother, without thinking twice, steps over the tal, her body making the passage look even smaller to , but without fear she advances; and of course she would, she can fly, one misstep and she only needs to open her wings to flap back around.

For , however, is quite different.

Mother stops a few steps further in when she notices that I have not been following, and seeing how I stared at the bridge and bellow makes her quickly realize the problem.

"Oh, love, is alright, if you want mommy can carry you with her beak." She says, turning back to face , but her statent only makes frown.

Carry on her beak? What kind of bird cat hybrid I'm if I can't even walk this tal bridge? No railing, sure, but I have no place to fear it now.

So instead of waiting for her I puff my chest out and trot the first step on the structure, my leopard padded paws making no sound as I advance, and with a cool attitude I reach my mother's side.

"That's my cute baby boy, so brave and strong."

Chirp. 'Please stop, you are embarrassing mom.'

Almost in a chanical walk I do not stop on my step, trotting one after the other, so once a strong wind pushes the bridge to the side and us with it, forcing us to stop while giving a very good look of the extre soaring height we are at, I end up freezing in place.

This ti my mother grabs by the back of the neck without asking, probably thinking that I had enough adventure for one day, reaching the end of the bridge without worries as I start to feel a little sluggish and tired from running around so much, letting her carry in the end si we can reach our ho faster, but still my curiosity keeps stubbornly awake so I can observe around our ho.

In this always snow heavy place, where the grass has never grown and the water never ward up, there are so unique and intriguing plants and animals about, for example the apparent fallen tree is actually a tree that grows upwards only to twist and turn around back to the ground, for instead of frail branches that could break with the weight of the snow its leaves grow directly from the trunk, red, orange and brown, almost as if in permanent autumn, making huge arches over our heads.

There are white horses with fur on their paws and big wings that are closed, curving alongside their bodies to keep them warm as they eat the wood out of those strange trunk trees, with or without the leaves, while so small hopping horned white rabbits would dig the snow to find so soft roots to chew, while having long two tailed silver foxes hearing for their squeaks on top of the snow, fluffy ears moving in different directions.

As I watch I try to do the sa, realizing that I can pin point exactly where the sounds are coming from much better like this, but my reaction earns another chuckle from my mother, that could not say anything beyond that while she carried with her beak.

"We are here." She says while putting on the ground, but it takes so ti to find out where here is since it just looks like every other part of the forest we have been to.

Only that I had not looked up... until now.

There is an intersection of those thick curved trees where three of them et, high up above, but this empty space in the middle is filled up with white branches from the white red leafy trees surrounding us and, as I climb the curved part of the trunk, following right behind mother, I ca to realize just how tall these strange trees curve.

As if showing how is done my mother does not use her two pair of wings, but instead walks the curved path with , these curved truck being bigger than the tal bridge we just passed over.

Only then we arrive at the center where a huge nest is rested, but not a thin normal one I soon realize, but one that has a hiding place inside for to stay while mother sleeps on top, just to show how strong and well made this nest is, must have taken a lot of ti for her to build it for us, lots of trunks and branches, especially while doing this all alone.

I yawn just in ti to reach the highest and, while my mother curves her body in a semi-circle on top of the nest, over the pieces of trunk that sealed the top part from the rain, she shows with her long fluffy tail the hidden entrance to the lower part where I would be safe from the weather and most predators.

With one last drink of her warm milk, and after such a full day, I'm more than ready to go to bed, so without further ado I simply pitter patter with my big paws and wiggle my way inside, the small place feeling cozy as I hug my tail to sleep.