Post by Mikkel Ødegård on May 26, 2010 20:04:37 GMT -5
The forest was what he liked to call home, a calm place where nature could show itself without being afraid of people.
At least, for the most time.
The one he lived in was specially pretty, with different types of plants all around, regular animals living in peace with mythical creatures he had grown around, and became friends with.
It was a calm, not so cold, afternoon.
Mikkel had wandered out of his cottage to find some herbs he needed for a tea he was making. He knew that as soon as the night came, the temperature would drop a few degrees, and it would be nice to have something warm and sweet around. He had left Cawley fixing up the mess his new friend - a Nøkk - had made while chasing Håkon, his troll, and promised he'd go back with berries and the herbs.
Right now, he had been successful only in finding the berries, that were secure inside his bag, and the herbs were just being too hard to find.
Even though the young man knew the forest like the back of his hand, sometimes he had trouble keeping track of where he was. Like, around his place it was like things didn't change much: same trees, same flowers. Or even when a new plant was born, it was easy to identify where he was, was able to see the plant grow and change into a big tree. So yes, it was hard to get lost around there. But when he wandered deep into the forest, he had to be careful, there were places he had never been at, and some spots that looked exactly like other spots.
For now, he was safe.
The forest was still very well-known, he could look around and tell where he had to go from there and... and there was a noise.
A foreign one, not far from there. Mikkel closed his eyes, trying to listen where it was coming from, and as soon as he was sure where it was, he started following. It didn't sound like and animal, or the creatures he knew. It sounded... human.
And really, humans scared him, even though he was one himself. He knew most of them were up to no good, and he didn't like them around. They were obviously not welcome in his forest. Holding his mace firmly in his hand, he knelled down, pushing a bush aside to stare at the human.
At least, for the most time.
The one he lived in was specially pretty, with different types of plants all around, regular animals living in peace with mythical creatures he had grown around, and became friends with.
It was a calm, not so cold, afternoon.
Mikkel had wandered out of his cottage to find some herbs he needed for a tea he was making. He knew that as soon as the night came, the temperature would drop a few degrees, and it would be nice to have something warm and sweet around. He had left Cawley fixing up the mess his new friend - a Nøkk - had made while chasing Håkon, his troll, and promised he'd go back with berries and the herbs.
Right now, he had been successful only in finding the berries, that were secure inside his bag, and the herbs were just being too hard to find.
Even though the young man knew the forest like the back of his hand, sometimes he had trouble keeping track of where he was. Like, around his place it was like things didn't change much: same trees, same flowers. Or even when a new plant was born, it was easy to identify where he was, was able to see the plant grow and change into a big tree. So yes, it was hard to get lost around there. But when he wandered deep into the forest, he had to be careful, there were places he had never been at, and some spots that looked exactly like other spots.
For now, he was safe.
The forest was still very well-known, he could look around and tell where he had to go from there and... and there was a noise.
A foreign one, not far from there. Mikkel closed his eyes, trying to listen where it was coming from, and as soon as he was sure where it was, he started following. It didn't sound like and animal, or the creatures he knew. It sounded... human.
And really, humans scared him, even though he was one himself. He knew most of them were up to no good, and he didn't like them around. They were obviously not welcome in his forest. Holding his mace firmly in his hand, he knelled down, pushing a bush aside to stare at the human.