_{[He pauses in his dancing and looks at the canopy overhead. It feels like the trees around them stretch up for miles.]}

Well, I'm gonna try. Why go through all the trouble of growing wings if you don't use 'em? Besides, if this is a dream or we're already dead, it won't matter!

_{[The escape from the stone chamber was disorienting, but out here? Maurice feels like he actually has a choice. He spreads his wings again and opens and closes them experimentally before pushing off from the ground. They carry him up, up, up! A gentle breeze instantly shoves him off-coarse and into the gnarly trunk of the great oak tree. He digs his claws into a mossy patch and hangs there. Looking down is not an option.]}


See! It's--fine! It's fine! Come on up!