Post #27.8 Thurs., December 16, 2021

Historical setting: 588 C.E. Forest Primeval          Tall and pale, he flicks an orange lock of hair away from his eyes so I can’t ignore his glint of terror. It’s true. Empathy is a fearsome pain if it goes unfed.          “I need to be tougher than all that.” He says.          “Toughness Thole? ApparentlyContinue reading “Post #27.8 Thurs., December 16, 2021”

Post #27.7, Weds., December 15, 2021

Historical setting: 588 C.E. Forest Primeval          The druid told me Thole stayed at our so-called camp while I was in the village, and they loaned him fleeces and straw for warmth and shelter. I find him there still sleeping in something he constructed of a lean-to.          “Good morning, my friend.  I hear youContinue reading “Post #27.7, Weds., December 15, 2021”