The rain was beating down, making the dense forest around him hum rather loudly. Standing in the overgrown front yard of an abandoned house, watching the ever-deteriorating wooden frame, he had the look of a lamenting, if hopelessly lost artisan. Or whichever pastoral stranger, clad simply in his earth tones and with a length of wool cloth spun about his shoulders to fend off the cold. He was bereft of armour and emblems, if armed just so with a knife, and had come on foot as was his way for the occasion.
It was a bit of a hike here from the monastery, but he’d merely called it a perfect opportunity to get some mileage in his boots. This had been, naturally, before the weather had turned dramatically, dark clouds accumulating and blotting out the sun like by some warlock’s spell. He adjusted the makeshift hood upon his head, bending down to open the lantern that lay set next to the remnants of a garden fence. He put a candle in, giving it life by means of a fire striker, amadou and straw. And a lot of bending over to shelter it from the rain.
There had once been a flower motif next to the front door, carved and painted. None of that vibrance was there, all of it rendered nigh invisible by the outright murky conditions of what surrounded. Though some reminder of an old dirt road and unkempt shrubberies yet existed, most had fallen beneath an overbearing new forest — why none had resettled here, yet escaped him.
Was this place haunted? Should it be? Would he have liked if it was?
The metal groaned as he closed the lantern and straightened, taking a moment to rearrange the contents of the satchel he’d brought along. Beside the cacophony of rain, there was no other sound — perhaps not even another soul, he found himself noting.
“ Ei siinä mitää. “ He muttered to none and yet everyone, glancing around at passing air with his hands conclusively on his hips. It was a habit, to speak out loud in here and then wait for an answer, even if none ever came. Not that he could hear — and what a relief.
“ Mhm. Jatketaan. “
It was an easy enough smile as he inhaled and turned on his heel, heading back to the road.
It was a bit of a hike here from the monastery, but he’d merely called it a perfect opportunity to get some mileage in his boots. This had been, naturally, before the weather had turned dramatically, dark clouds accumulating and blotting out the sun like by some warlock’s spell. He adjusted the makeshift hood upon his head, bending down to open the lantern that lay set next to the remnants of a garden fence. He put a candle in, giving it life by means of a fire striker, amadou and straw. And a lot of bending over to shelter it from the rain.
There had once been a flower motif next to the front door, carved and painted. None of that vibrance was there, all of it rendered nigh invisible by the outright murky conditions of what surrounded. Though some reminder of an old dirt road and unkempt shrubberies yet existed, most had fallen beneath an overbearing new forest — why none had resettled here, yet escaped him.
Was this place haunted? Should it be? Would he have liked if it was?
The metal groaned as he closed the lantern and straightened, taking a moment to rearrange the contents of the satchel he’d brought along. Beside the cacophony of rain, there was no other sound — perhaps not even another soul, he found himself noting.
“ Ei siinä mitää. “ He muttered to none and yet everyone, glancing around at passing air with his hands conclusively on his hips. It was a habit, to speak out loud in here and then wait for an answer, even if none ever came. Not that he could hear — and what a relief.
“ Mhm. Jatketaan. “
It was an easy enough smile as he inhaled and turned on his heel, heading back to the road.
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