In the secluded mountain forests, deep and beautiful, immense ancient trees reached for the sky, making the azure firmament and the drifting white clouds seem to press even lower than the trees, echoing the call and response of birds deep within the mountains, guiding the way, signaling news.
Lin Suqing stood with hands on hips, a small panda in each crook of his arms and another atop his head, while another lay in the bosom of the Summer Acquiring Bird, and Dog reluctantly carried one, too.
He smoothed a small panda from the crook of his arm to his shoulder, letting it perch there, then he sat down on a cloud summoned by Dog.
