Maribell leaned against the trunk of the massive tree and scooted up and down the rough bark, scratching at the incessant itch between her shoulder blades. Sighing in frustration, she allowed herself to slide down the bark and lay on the gently curved surface of the join between branch and trunk. The tree towered over her, a hundred thousand times her height and couldn't do a thing for that itch.
Far down the branch, a small squirrel perched, nibbling on an acorn. It looked over at her, as though sensing her eyes on it and grabbed the nut up. Flicking its tail, the squirrel zipped down the underside of the branch and down the trunk.
Smiling at the creature's antics, Maribell got to her feet. Stretching, the young faerie brushed tiny bits of tree bark from the spider silk skirt about her middle. She had taken her shirt off to scratch at her back. Kneeling, she grabbed it up and slipped it back on. Pretty soon, it would be unseemly for her to g