Then her head reappeared. "What's taking you so long?" she asked in an almost hissing whisper.
"I guess I'm not used to climbing trees," replied Cynth.
She did finally get to the hole, and, upon entering it, discovered that it led to a nice, cozy room. An oldish woman was stirring something over a stove.
"Rynth!" she exclaimed, looking up, "What are you... Cynth?"