06-24-2019, 09:51 AM
Grandfather, Uncle? Sierra wasn't sure of how there could be such strangeness in one mans life. He'd turned to stone? Sierra's hands ran over the rough stone trying to feel a life within. She wasn't sure what was going on. More confused than anything. But if this was a man, he'd tried to hurt Tristan and her throat rumbled without much regard for what it might sound like coming from a human throat. She wasn't a wolf, but Tristan was pack. Her pack.
She shook her head shaking out the cobwebs. Did these fairy tales matter? No. Sierra remembered the waking world, his arms around her. And he'd protect her from his monsters. And the real ones. She put her hand on his arm gently and smiled. "Thank you. I don't under stand how trolls are real, or how a man can turn to stone. Or how a grandfather could be an uncle. And you are not of this Troll..." Sierra didn't want to think about it, Tristan's eyes were beautiful glinting off the sun light. But they were wolf eyes, just like hers. "Morning will come and we need sleep. I have pictures to take and the wolves have things to show us.
" She looked up with a smile. "Unless there was more?"
She shook her head shaking out the cobwebs. Did these fairy tales matter? No. Sierra remembered the waking world, his arms around her. And he'd protect her from his monsters. And the real ones. She put her hand on his arm gently and smiled. "Thank you. I don't under stand how trolls are real, or how a man can turn to stone. Or how a grandfather could be an uncle. And you are not of this Troll..." Sierra didn't want to think about it, Tristan's eyes were beautiful glinting off the sun light. But they were wolf eyes, just like hers. "Morning will come and we need sleep. I have pictures to take and the wolves have things to show us.
" She looked up with a smile. "Unless there was more?"