[[i must agree, having the Tree of Power gone is disappointing]]
Loki woke with a start from her dreamless sleep. She had a huge urge--an urge to talk to someone. She ran [or, fluttered?] outside, her shining black eyes gleaming. She saw two birds in conversation, one bird's feathers slightly ruffled as though worried or stressed. A nearby hut's lights were on. Loki's was pitch black, and so was another's.
"I'll wait until tomorrow to pester someone; for the moment I feel tired." she mumbled faintly to herself, and stole inside.