12-18-2020, 11:47 AM
Sierra walked away. In the distance, she heard pebbles skid across the ground and footsteps leaving. Her heart sank. And that was it.
The wind picked up and scatter leaves and debris across the land. The scent of nothing lead her forward, but a piece of paper fluttering by caught Sierra's attention. It looked like one of the woman's sketches. Sierra looked back and didn't see Tristan in the distance. She sighed and chased after the paper. She should return it. But it was more an excuse to not leave than anything and Sierra knew that. Knew leaving like this was not right. But there was nothing between them. Not even friendship -- he hadn't even tried to convince her of that.
The paper fluttered into a bush and Sierra nabbed it from the branches before it could flutter away again.
Sierra straightened the rumbled paper and stared at the image it depicted. She'd seen the creature in the lines. She'd felt it's warmth, see the ancient one. How...
Sierra turned and ran back to the room she had shared with Tristan. His familiar scent carried on the wind as she drew closer. He was still far ahead. Sierra called out, maybe he'd stop, maybe he wouldn't. "Tristan..." She didn't wait for him to stop and turn around. "She saw the ancient one." She slowed to a walk and held the drawing in front of her so Tristan could see the lines as they flapped slightly in the wind.
The wind picked up and scatter leaves and debris across the land. The scent of nothing lead her forward, but a piece of paper fluttering by caught Sierra's attention. It looked like one of the woman's sketches. Sierra looked back and didn't see Tristan in the distance. She sighed and chased after the paper. She should return it. But it was more an excuse to not leave than anything and Sierra knew that. Knew leaving like this was not right. But there was nothing between them. Not even friendship -- he hadn't even tried to convince her of that.
The paper fluttered into a bush and Sierra nabbed it from the branches before it could flutter away again.
Sierra straightened the rumbled paper and stared at the image it depicted. She'd seen the creature in the lines. She'd felt it's warmth, see the ancient one. How...
Sierra turned and ran back to the room she had shared with Tristan. His familiar scent carried on the wind as she drew closer. He was still far ahead. Sierra called out, maybe he'd stop, maybe he wouldn't. "Tristan..." She didn't wait for him to stop and turn around. "She saw the ancient one." She slowed to a walk and held the drawing in front of her so Tristan could see the lines as they flapped slightly in the wind.