"Right!" Whirlwind said, pushing from the table and trotting off. Deer trot, right? It was what Handy was calling it anyway. His hoofsteps disappeared into the building, leaving the two of them there in the relative silence of the evening. The balcony was lit up by bright lanterns, attracting midges and other small insects. The hishym was silent as most deer made their way either to their homes or to whatever taverns the deer had. They were high up, and the oakenhearts were far enough away for the forest to appear simply black. The distant lights of the flowers and hishyms of the other oakenhearts and the lights of the city on the 'ground' below contrasted with the blackness of the canopy above that blocked out the real sky, giving an impression of hanging upside down, as if one were falling into the stars of the night sky while looking 'up' at the shadowed ground of the earth 'below'. It was beautiful but very surreal to experience.