02-25-2020, 02:26 PM
Their trek through the wilderness had yielded many pictures some of which Sierra would have to pull from the card before delivering it to the National Geographic. She might be called a hack photographer for such images - but they weren't faked or modified, and any true photographer would see that, but newbs wouldn't.
The stayed in a small village on the edge of the wilderness they'd come from. Sierra needed the electricity to power the laptop and send her final photos on. She sat staring at the flowers and the tree man they'd seen, no one would believe it - she wasn't sure she was. Sierra wasn't exactly sure if she really believed she'd met Tristan either. Except he was real even for all his talk about fairies and trolls. She wasn't sure about any of it, but she could talk to wolves and men could do magic and there was a walking tree - what were fairies and trolls in comparison.
But what was next? Follow Tristan wherever he wanted to go? That felt right, pack felt right. But there was pack back in Moscow - except the city was full of concrete and pollution and the wolves avoided the city - except the pups they pulled into that world. Never happily played with the pup of Tristan's. Never didn't understand why she couldn't speak like him, but it was a friendship he was happy to have. She was glad to have met Tristan.
The strange flower sat next to her laptop still warm, still in bloom even after having been plucked days ago. It was a strange thing, but she felt attached to it as much so as she did to Tristan himself. Their night in the dream had yet to happen in the real world. Though maybe that was a good thing. He felt like coming home and Sierra wanted to stay there - with him - home - pack. It was hard to explain.
She said out loud to nobody in particular "Photos are sent. Now what?"
The stayed in a small village on the edge of the wilderness they'd come from. Sierra needed the electricity to power the laptop and send her final photos on. She sat staring at the flowers and the tree man they'd seen, no one would believe it - she wasn't sure she was. Sierra wasn't exactly sure if she really believed she'd met Tristan either. Except he was real even for all his talk about fairies and trolls. She wasn't sure about any of it, but she could talk to wolves and men could do magic and there was a walking tree - what were fairies and trolls in comparison.
But what was next? Follow Tristan wherever he wanted to go? That felt right, pack felt right. But there was pack back in Moscow - except the city was full of concrete and pollution and the wolves avoided the city - except the pups they pulled into that world. Never happily played with the pup of Tristan's. Never didn't understand why she couldn't speak like him, but it was a friendship he was happy to have. She was glad to have met Tristan.
The strange flower sat next to her laptop still warm, still in bloom even after having been plucked days ago. It was a strange thing, but she felt attached to it as much so as she did to Tristan himself. Their night in the dream had yet to happen in the real world. Though maybe that was a good thing. He felt like coming home and Sierra wanted to stay there - with him - home - pack. It was hard to explain.
She said out loud to nobody in particular "Photos are sent. Now what?"