06-12-2019, 12:24 AM
Sierra's scent maintained steady curiosity. It wasn't the spike of intrigue he was expecting when one first looked upon a trollstone. His gaze shifted, eyes narrowed. Perhaps the troll within was too long frozen, too ancient. He himself knew what to inspect and yet only barely saw the hint of a soul within. The scent of wrongness was stronger than what the eye could see. Long Eye, he smiled, curling a finger around her face until it trailed away with tempting follow.
He ran again, Sierra at his side. Or so he thought she was. The pursuit burned his legs to fires sure to streak in his wake. The world blurred to shades of gray and white, and it seemed in three giant steps they arrived at his destination. It was a quaint hillside, tame compared to the jugged peaks along the horizon. The sea was quiet at the foot of the hill. A small house was abandoned. Between them twisted the writhing rock of another jagged column.
It seemed to writhe within like smoke swirling behind glass upon his arrival. Úlfar was in a foul mood, so the scents told Tristan as he approached. Hands on his hips, a wry smile touching his lips: "Be good, grandfather. I bring someone to meet you," he told the stone. Its focus honed upon the figure behind him, but yet somehow, never moved at all.
He ran again, Sierra at his side. Or so he thought she was. The pursuit burned his legs to fires sure to streak in his wake. The world blurred to shades of gray and white, and it seemed in three giant steps they arrived at his destination. It was a quaint hillside, tame compared to the jugged peaks along the horizon. The sea was quiet at the foot of the hill. A small house was abandoned. Between them twisted the writhing rock of another jagged column.
It seemed to writhe within like smoke swirling behind glass upon his arrival. Úlfar was in a foul mood, so the scents told Tristan as he approached. Hands on his hips, a wry smile touching his lips: "Be good, grandfather. I bring someone to meet you," he told the stone. Its focus honed upon the figure behind him, but yet somehow, never moved at all.