86th Spring 513AV
8th Bell
Fallon turned the stone over in her hand. It was one she had picked up a few chimes before, and one that had still managed to pip her interest. Not that there was anything overly defining about it, it was just like any other stone one would find on the ground, smooth, rounded, having tumbled and been chipped away by the elements for years upon years. She gave it a gentle toss, passing it over to her left hand as she did, feeling the weight hit her palm. In the low misty morning of the Silkwater Lake, did the squire look once more to the distant depths that existed just beyond her sight. It was cooler than the day before, low clouds having begun to work their way over head and so sent the world into a duller arrangement of colours, eerie almost with the gentle rustle of birds in their tree and the padding of rabbits.
She turned the stone on to its side, feeling her thumb running against the thinner edge. It was surprisingly flat for a stone, and the more she turned it over and her hand growing use to the weight whilst her eyes looked out onto the still water. It was gloomy in comparison to the previous day, to the extent that Fallon thought she may have to call the trip up to the lake off should the weather turn gloomy and sour. Wet weather dampened spirits, and put unnecessary risks on those who stayed out in the open. Then again, some would argue staying out of the city for a few days also bore that risk, or in some cases a heavier one.
The stone was turned over in her hand, before she simply raised it in her hand and drew it back. There was to real target made as her finger curled around it, and her arm whipped forward, throwing the pebble through the air. Her eyes followed after it into the mist, until it disappeared out of sight leaving only the sound in its wake. It gave an echoing patter as it hit against the water, skimming the surface a few times before plopping into the water. The once still surface rippled slightly before her, a sign that it had finally disappeared beneath the surface, before finally the water itself calmed. Resting a hand on the Kukri, Fallon continued to stare out ears twitching to the slightest of movements around her, before she peeled herself away from the water’s edge and on the slow walk back towards where she was camping.
Careful steps were taken as she worked her way through the undergrowth, her eyes straining as she kept them keen. They darted to the undergrowth, the signs of smaller creatures having passed that way once before, of footprints barely visible in the soil. Of humans having passed through recently. Her fingers touched the soil, before her head turned up and she pushed herself on. Something was far from right in this fog, it made her sense prickle, her hairs rise as she pushed herself on. It was most likely nothing she told herself, there was nothing of danger that she could not handle, was there now?
She turned the stone on to its side, feeling her thumb running against the thinner edge. It was surprisingly flat for a stone, and the more she turned it over and her hand growing use to the weight whilst her eyes looked out onto the still water. It was gloomy in comparison to the previous day, to the extent that Fallon thought she may have to call the trip up to the lake off should the weather turn gloomy and sour. Wet weather dampened spirits, and put unnecessary risks on those who stayed out in the open. Then again, some would argue staying out of the city for a few days also bore that risk, or in some cases a heavier one.
The stone was turned over in her hand, before she simply raised it in her hand and drew it back. There was to real target made as her finger curled around it, and her arm whipped forward, throwing the pebble through the air. Her eyes followed after it into the mist, until it disappeared out of sight leaving only the sound in its wake. It gave an echoing patter as it hit against the water, skimming the surface a few times before plopping into the water. The once still surface rippled slightly before her, a sign that it had finally disappeared beneath the surface, before finally the water itself calmed. Resting a hand on the Kukri, Fallon continued to stare out ears twitching to the slightest of movements around her, before she peeled herself away from the water’s edge and on the slow walk back towards where she was camping.
Careful steps were taken as she worked her way through the undergrowth, her eyes straining as she kept them keen. They darted to the undergrowth, the signs of smaller creatures having passed that way once before, of footprints barely visible in the soil. Of humans having passed through recently. Her fingers touched the soil, before her head turned up and she pushed herself on. Something was far from right in this fog, it made her sense prickle, her hairs rise as she pushed herself on. It was most likely nothing she told herself, there was nothing of danger that she could not handle, was there now?
