Post by Robin on Dec 16, 2011 0:54:32 GMT
*The gentle crunch of gravel under Robin's thick leather boots gives way to the thunk against stone as he takes his final step off the path behind him, leading through pleasant grassland towards Holmgarth. He has come to the path to Wolfenden, once used by carts, dealers driving oxen, and travellers, both in their ones and twos. It is quiet. Nothing and nobody is here.
Dawn has broken and a new day is well and truly starting. Robin doesn't keep time, but by his guess it is mid-morning. The path leads, of course, to Wolfenden, and there is always the forest - his home - mere paces from its edge. It would be easy to head for it right now. He takes steps forwards, but then reflects.
It may be too easy. He has faced demons, villagers who are not there, collapsing structures, and a girl who floats, all in the last twelve hours. Going into the forest would be too much of a culture shock - something hard, followed by something easy. He reflects again.*
What I need... is something of medium difficulty.
*He has almost set himself an examination. He turns and taken two paces towards Wolfenden... but then stops and reflects.*
What's in the other direction?
*He's never really thought of that before. What is in the other direction? Other side paths, leading off to other villages, maybe? Grimdale? Warlock? Or other forests? Dunkley Wood, as opposed to the forest of Dunn? Maybe even Knightmare Castle? Overcome with an insatiable curiosity, he has to find out. He sets out along the road, in the opposite direction from Wolfenden, hie boots slapping against the smooth stone once more.*
Dawn has broken and a new day is well and truly starting. Robin doesn't keep time, but by his guess it is mid-morning. The path leads, of course, to Wolfenden, and there is always the forest - his home - mere paces from its edge. It would be easy to head for it right now. He takes steps forwards, but then reflects.
It may be too easy. He has faced demons, villagers who are not there, collapsing structures, and a girl who floats, all in the last twelve hours. Going into the forest would be too much of a culture shock - something hard, followed by something easy. He reflects again.*
What I need... is something of medium difficulty.
*He has almost set himself an examination. He turns and taken two paces towards Wolfenden... but then stops and reflects.*
What's in the other direction?
*He's never really thought of that before. What is in the other direction? Other side paths, leading off to other villages, maybe? Grimdale? Warlock? Or other forests? Dunkley Wood, as opposed to the forest of Dunn? Maybe even Knightmare Castle? Overcome with an insatiable curiosity, he has to find out. He sets out along the road, in the opposite direction from Wolfenden, hie boots slapping against the smooth stone once more.*