Barni finished his lesson with his tutor early that afternoon and since he had nothing further to do, he made his way to the garden of Laylas with a book about a certain ancient beast that had gone extinct.
Quietly laid down on a mat that he had set in the center of two beds of Laylas, Barni read his book while nibbling on the raisins he had stacked in his pocket. While in his own peaceful and quiet world, he heard a familiar flutter. At first, he thought it was the leaves but when he heard it again, he was sure. He knew that fluttering sound anywhere. It was one he had come to recognize, one he had missed for a while. He instantly rose to a sitting position, putting his book on the mat, turning his head left, right and all around looking for the source of that fluttering sound.
