On ordinary days, as long as she was at home, Furris would usually stay on the rooftop.
Even when she occasionally needed to rest, she would lie on the lawn.
It was only when it rained that the bed in her house got some use.
When Mu Ying ran to the tree of Furris's house, she saw Furris sitting on the rooftop, engrossed in a book.
One could tell she had been reading all night.
The sky was only just beginning to brighten, but elves all have Dark Vision, so the darkness didn't affect their reading.
Hearing the rustling of the branches, Furris closed her book just as Mu Ying climbed up onto the roof.
"Little goddess! I knew it was you!"
"Sister Furris, how did you know it was me when you haven't even looked?" Mu Ying, familiar with the path, sat down next to Furris, placed Gungun, who had become somewhat sober from the chill of the journey, on her lap, and rubbed its fluffy fur.
