Like Shakespeare, but Worse
Oct 22, 2020 22:10:36 GMT -5
Post by Tzimekh on Oct 22, 2020 22:10:36 GMT -5
Tzimekh wasn't sure she wanted to know why the very small -- deer? was that the word? -- was glowing. The little thing was pure liquid gold, pale as winter sunshine, neck raised haughtily to focus on her indigo-eyed. You'll do, A voice that she was starting to realize actually came from the animal murmured in the back of her head, soft like down. The dworc instantly, strongly distrusted it. Please summon your villagers. My children require an audience with them, at the sacred grove. The little deer told her, firm, tone brooking absolutely no argument. It rankled, but at the same time, Tzi wasn't sure that she was being given much of an option in this.
"...alright?" She grunted, running a hand over her stubbly scalp. "You're going to have to elaborate on the sacred grove part."
The tiny deer's stare resembled nothing so much as something examining the shit on the bottom of their shoe. How did she hold so much haughty annoyance in such a very little body? It is in this forest. The Lady will guide their path. The doe answered, purpley eyes narrowing. Please leave. We have much to do before they arrive.
It took solidly an hour for Tzi to figure out how to get the word out that the weird deer wanted an audience with people in the middle of the forest. A nice goblin man began thundering on drums. The dworc didn't think too hard about that, because as with most things in this place, it was probably best not to. It took a further fourty-five minutes for her to make her way back into the forest, which was absolutely almost impassable in places. The cool morning air hadn't burned off yet, fog and dew clung to everything, obscuring things more than a dozen feet in front of her. In the middle of the forest, she couldn't see a pumpkin at twenty paces, and it was a little bit disorienting.
There were, however, the pretty obvious lights.
And the voices.
Do you think they're going to be kind?
It doesn't matter. Straighten up! We mustn't look like wastrels.
Well yes, but-
I think they're coming! Hello, new friends! We've come to educate you!
Oh, is that what we're doing?
The setup? A very small clearing surrounded by very, very large and closely-packed trees. At the base of the largest, a nearly perfectly round pool of glowing water. A small altar set up next to it, upon which was a smear of fresh blood that we're definitely not thinking about. Four kneeling flamma fawns next to the pool, their mother facing the trail on which people were arriving.
My children have arranged a...I believe you would call it a play. You may participate or observe. The dea spoke, as Tzimekh made to sidle off to nearly entirely behind a tree, hoping others would keep the little things from noticing her.
Who wants to play the First Umbra?
Hoo boy.
[492 words, Fab Fall Foods]
"...alright?" She grunted, running a hand over her stubbly scalp. "You're going to have to elaborate on the sacred grove part."
The tiny deer's stare resembled nothing so much as something examining the shit on the bottom of their shoe. How did she hold so much haughty annoyance in such a very little body? It is in this forest. The Lady will guide their path. The doe answered, purpley eyes narrowing. Please leave. We have much to do before they arrive.
It took solidly an hour for Tzi to figure out how to get the word out that the weird deer wanted an audience with people in the middle of the forest. A nice goblin man began thundering on drums. The dworc didn't think too hard about that, because as with most things in this place, it was probably best not to. It took a further fourty-five minutes for her to make her way back into the forest, which was absolutely almost impassable in places. The cool morning air hadn't burned off yet, fog and dew clung to everything, obscuring things more than a dozen feet in front of her. In the middle of the forest, she couldn't see a pumpkin at twenty paces, and it was a little bit disorienting.
There were, however, the pretty obvious lights.
And the voices.
Do you think they're going to be kind?
It doesn't matter. Straighten up! We mustn't look like wastrels.
Well yes, but-
I think they're coming! Hello, new friends! We've come to educate you!
Oh, is that what we're doing?
The setup? A very small clearing surrounded by very, very large and closely-packed trees. At the base of the largest, a nearly perfectly round pool of glowing water. A small altar set up next to it, upon which was a smear of fresh blood that we're definitely not thinking about. Four kneeling flamma fawns next to the pool, their mother facing the trail on which people were arriving.
My children have arranged a...I believe you would call it a play. You may participate or observe. The dea spoke, as Tzimekh made to sidle off to nearly entirely behind a tree, hoping others would keep the little things from noticing her.
Who wants to play the First Umbra?
Hoo boy.
[492 words, Fab Fall Foods]