“Can you feel that G?” Cero says nervously. His shoulders are hunched and he keeps glancing around at the trees that he and G are walking among.
“Feel what?” She replies slowly, watching her companion closely. He shivers.
“There's some sort of… Presence, do you think it could be The Maker?” G tilts her head, and glances around, humming thoughtfully.
“It could be, she doesn't seem to want anything if so.” She looked back at Cero. “Why? Do you feel something this time?”
“I-I’m not sure.” He hunches his shoulders a bit more. “I just feel like I'm being watched.”
The two glance around the forest for a moment, cautious of others sneaking up on them. It wouldn't have been the first time, many don't seem to appreciate wanderers, no matter their beliefs.
It's quiet, but now they're paying attention the silence seems ominous. The birds are chirping less, the wind is almost still, until it's a soft and cold breeze brushing against their ankles. Trees creak to break it up and for a moment they sound as if they are reaching towards the two lions. Despite knowing its likely nothing both their hearts speed up, G has her ears back and her tail is low in warning. C is just stock still, as if any movement could cause the Something to attack.
Nothing happens.
And then - Cero feels something on his back. He spins already screeching as the thing falls off. Only the size of a mouse yet he leaps away from it as if it was a bear. He hasn't stopped shrieking even as G starts to laugh.
It's a starfish. Little limbs waving in the air happily for a moment before it disappears. Presumably back to the ocean.
“That i-Isnt funny!” Cero complains his voice breaking, and he stomps his foot. G giggles a little longer and he can feel the Maker’s joy swirling in the air. Its the closest he’s been to Her yet he continues to frown. Until G’s continued laughter breaks his stoic expression and he cant help it but flush with embarrassment.
“You should’ve seen your face C.” G wheezed. C smiled a little more imagining it, though he still attempted to act angry. He couldn't really be angry at the maker, or G to be honest but he would’ve easily preferred his day to have less starfish.
Suddenly a smell reached his nose, one that made the annoyance fade away. He looked over at G to see if she had noticed as well.
“I think the maker feels a little bad C.” G said smiling, she started trotting towards the smell. Cero trailed behind, surely his nose was misleading him. The maker wouldn't have kept track of such a minor detail about him. Yet he followed G into a clearing and sure enough there lay his favourite food.
Young boar. It smelled simply divine and with a prayer to the Maker he dug into the delicious feast, the apology gift. Maybe getting scared was worth it, if he got this treat more often. (511/500)
“Feel what?” She replies slowly, watching her companion closely. He shivers.
“There's some sort of… Presence, do you think it could be The Maker?” G tilts her head, and glances around, humming thoughtfully.
“It could be, she doesn't seem to want anything if so.” She looked back at Cero. “Why? Do you feel something this time?”
“I-I’m not sure.” He hunches his shoulders a bit more. “I just feel like I'm being watched.”
The two glance around the forest for a moment, cautious of others sneaking up on them. It wouldn't have been the first time, many don't seem to appreciate wanderers, no matter their beliefs.
It's quiet, but now they're paying attention the silence seems ominous. The birds are chirping less, the wind is almost still, until it's a soft and cold breeze brushing against their ankles. Trees creak to break it up and for a moment they sound as if they are reaching towards the two lions. Despite knowing its likely nothing both their hearts speed up, G has her ears back and her tail is low in warning. C is just stock still, as if any movement could cause the Something to attack.
Nothing happens.
And then - Cero feels something on his back. He spins already screeching as the thing falls off. Only the size of a mouse yet he leaps away from it as if it was a bear. He hasn't stopped shrieking even as G starts to laugh.
It's a starfish. Little limbs waving in the air happily for a moment before it disappears. Presumably back to the ocean.
“That i-Isnt funny!” Cero complains his voice breaking, and he stomps his foot. G giggles a little longer and he can feel the Maker’s joy swirling in the air. Its the closest he’s been to Her yet he continues to frown. Until G’s continued laughter breaks his stoic expression and he cant help it but flush with embarrassment.
“You should’ve seen your face C.” G wheezed. C smiled a little more imagining it, though he still attempted to act angry. He couldn't really be angry at the maker, or G to be honest but he would’ve easily preferred his day to have less starfish.
Suddenly a smell reached his nose, one that made the annoyance fade away. He looked over at G to see if she had noticed as well.
“I think the maker feels a little bad C.” G said smiling, she started trotting towards the smell. Cero trailed behind, surely his nose was misleading him. The maker wouldn't have kept track of such a minor detail about him. Yet he followed G into a clearing and sure enough there lay his favourite food.
Young boar. It smelled simply divine and with a prayer to the Maker he dug into the delicious feast, the apology gift. Maybe getting scared was worth it, if he got this treat more often. (511/500)
