06-13-2019, 03:00 PM
They ran again. It wasn't so much as the passage of distance, it was disorienting the first time Sierra had done it. But it was normal now, she enjoyed the comforting and protective presense of Tristan. Though he spoke strangely and whispered to the wolves in far away lands. She trusted him. And there were very few people in the world Sierra trusted. Tristan was a wolf like her. He understood. That was the key - he understood and she happily followed him to the small house at the foot of a hill overlooking the sea with another twisted rock.
This one was different. Maybe it was because they were closer. It looked strange, almost swirled. Sierra didn't know what it was but she felt but things were different here. And Tristan's words drew her eyes towards him. "Grandfather?" Her words were tinged with fear. "What happened here, Tristan?" She wasn't afraid of Tristan, it was this place, this pillar - his grandfather? Uncertainty.
But the twisted rock made her look again. He'd called it grandfather. He'd said he was raised by a troll. Faries and trolls and powers that were unknown and unheard of. Giant creatures in the woods that the wolves were eager to know more about - something excited them and Sierra didn't know what it was. Tristan in the woods. So many strange things.
Sierra took several steps toward the twisted rock with her outstretched hand. "Is he hurting inside?" She didn't know what it meant, or what was going on, but something had happened - it could be truly beauiful or a compelete horror story but she trusted Tristan.
This one was different. Maybe it was because they were closer. It looked strange, almost swirled. Sierra didn't know what it was but she felt but things were different here. And Tristan's words drew her eyes towards him. "Grandfather?" Her words were tinged with fear. "What happened here, Tristan?" She wasn't afraid of Tristan, it was this place, this pillar - his grandfather? Uncertainty.
But the twisted rock made her look again. He'd called it grandfather. He'd said he was raised by a troll. Faries and trolls and powers that were unknown and unheard of. Giant creatures in the woods that the wolves were eager to know more about - something excited them and Sierra didn't know what it was. Tristan in the woods. So many strange things.
Sierra took several steps toward the twisted rock with her outstretched hand. "Is he hurting inside?" She didn't know what it meant, or what was going on, but something had happened - it could be truly beauiful or a compelete horror story but she trusted Tristan.