Myro sighed in wonder.  All around him new life was springing forth.  It was natural for this time of year, of course.  The springtime had always brought new life with it before and this year wouldn’t be any exception.

 However, this particular region had been the hardest hit during the recent war with the demons.  The fields had been burned to such a depth that they had appeared infertile.  A joyous cry distracted him and he looked up just in time to see a fledgling taking his first flight.

 “Looks good,” Saira said as she landed nearby.  “Looking better every day, in fact.”

 “Indeed it is,” Myro agreed softly as he returned to watching the new grasses rustle in the breeze.