Lake Scene

September 7, 2011

Where Am I?

PC Table in Studio
Feeling: Energized (thx, yoga)
Also, dehydrated.
More settled in mind, but still a bit uncertain.

STORY BYTE


Lake Scene

The emerald lake bubbled and frothed like a great muddy cauldron set atop a giants' fire. Rhies set up camp on its eastern shore, choosing a thick ash tree to recline against. The axe-girl, whatever her name was, devoured her share of the food, a roasted pigeon, then silently unwound her bedroll, lay down and immediately fell asleep, one hand resting on the leather-bound handle her of ever present weapon.

Rhies was left with first watch. At first, he grumbled a bit to himself, irritated that she hasn't asked his preference, but then he realized that actually preferred the first watch, as he wasn't sleepy after all the excitement of the day. An owl hooted in the forest, a quiet whoosh of its wings as it glided by through the dark tree-tops.

Rhies had always liked the evenings, that time of day when one part of the world slowed down, grinding to a halt, leaving a bare moment of utter silence before the night world fully awoke. Under the majestic ash, his mind meandered through its thoughts. He wondered if his master had missed him yet. Of course he had. He would be looking for those ribbons for his daughter's name-day. Once he found Rhies missing, well, Rhies really wasn't sure what he would do. Either say 'good riddance to bad rubbish' or rise with anger and set out the hounds. The hounds didn't worry Rhies too much - he'd hand-fed them too many scraps of food to feel threatened by them, and anyway, he figured they were far enough away by now to have made good his escape.