Chapter 3: An Answer Not Given
Ghosting through the dark tangle of the forest, Diaval barely managed to keep from crashing into the numerous tree boughs as he made his way back to Maleficent's abode. Alive with magical beings, the night was filled with twirling illuminations, and dancing lights, a rainbow of floating color. Mystically beautiful, it gave light to the hours of dark, lighting it with an aura borealis quality.
Accustomed to it, he was grateful in that it provided the light he needed to fly, but other than that, it hardly made an impression on Diaval.
Landing on a low root, relief seeping through his body at having reached his destination in one piece, he quickly picked out Maleficent's sleeping form. Large eagle-like wings nestled snuggly against her back, hair cascading down her back, and her head pillowed by an outstretched arm, she looked peaceful, like an angel at rest. Giving an unraven-like gesture of shrugging, he lifted of