When Chaska opened the door, Clara grasped his arm more tightly as she realized his home had not been built on solid ground but several stories above it in the tree canopy. A single trunk about fifteen feet across with massive boughs supported his dwelling. She gazed down at the forest floor — a good thirty-five feet below — and gulped. She spotted dozens of similar elevated structures scattered throughout the forest. Floating wooden walkways lined with white twinkle lights connected each home to a central wooden boardwalk which ran between the trees. It was as if Clara had stepped into a fairy vale – only she had no reassuring wings if she happened to slip.
Very exciting!
Very satisfying!