Skystar?

Curses came from under his breath as he turned his head in the direction of every sound within the trees above. Where on earth was the little brat at? He could sense that she was close, so very close, but he couldn't pinpoint just where the little sugar glider was. A pang of anxiety hit him as he searched for her, wondering just where the tiny creature had wandered off to. Was she in trouble? Was she hurt? Why wasn't she reaching out to him?

Sweetheart, where are you? His mind stretched out to her, dancing along the edges of her mind. "Come on girl, reach out to me, make the connection." He muttered aloud as he kept walking along the forest.

His long blonde hair was pulled up in a half ponytail to keep it from falling into his eyes as he gazed about the forest, eyes ever searching for the movement that could be caused by the tiny thing that was his familiar.

He sighs, his face grim as he comes to the edge of the forest, nothing but a cliff before him. He runs his hands over his head, threading his fingers through his locks. He is about halfway through his hair when he feels something warm and soft buried within an oddly messy and knotted portion of his blonde locks. "What the..."

Bjorn's fingertips gently part the nest of hair that has been made, reaching in to pluck out the little creature that had made it's home there. As his hands close around it, he feels it snuggle into his palm, the soft, tiny squeaks now just barely audible. As he brings them back around he can see the tiny sugar glider snuggled up against his palm and he sighs, giving her a poke in the stomach.

"Hey. You must think you are just a little söpöliini, don't you?" He narrows his eyes as the little glider stretches, opening up her eyes and peering up at him.

Sleepyyyyy.

"Oh no, don't give me that. All you do is sleep. Do you know how worried I was about you, Skystar?"

Sorry. The words are sheepish as they play in his mind, her little head looking down at his hand.

"Ah, it's alright. You know I can't stay mad at you, muru. Just, tell me you want to make a nest in my hair next time, alright?"

Skystar nods in agreement before crawling down his hand and making her way to the pocket of his jacket. She settles in there, her little head peeking out of the top of the fabric.

He is about to say something else to her when a whirlwind of golden fur rushes past them, going over the cliff. Bjorn stands still for only a moment before dashing towards the cliff to see if whatever had just gone over needed help. He is almost at the edge when something comes rushing back over, knocking right into him and pushing the bear of a man flat onto his back.

"Perkele!" The swear leaves his lips, quickly followed by a groan. Green eyes open up to find himself nose-to-nose with a rather large cat. Before he can compose himself, the cat speaks in a rather human voice and sits back before becoming a rather interesting fairy. "Ummm....Hei? Ah, I mean...hello." He takes the offered hand and moves to sit up. With a quick message set to Skystar to ensure her safety, he finally turns his attention on the woman before him.

"Well, I don't think I have ever quite met someone like this. Are you alright?"

BJÖRN