the world we know is turning

Titmouse (Ghost) · October 17, 2017, 06:25 PM

At daybreak he'd pulled free of the log that had been his impromptu shelter, shaken off, done his business, and then begun moving again. It took about thirty minutes before he realized he'd left the skull behind - oh shit!! - and only a handful for him to retrace his steps and zoom back in to the glen.

A few hours later, Titmouse was crossing over a slow-running stream. The bend in the river seemed lethargic, but it was shallow and easy to cross. It wasn't until he was on the other side and trying to figure out where to go next, that he saw the forest. It wasn't like he could remember visiting the Bramblepoint so many months ago, but... There was a momentary blip in Titmouse's brain. Something that startled him, made him pause and drop the skull at his feet.

Titmouse bolted around the last remaining trees, climbed over a big stupid log which sat distended from the forest, and finally came to a halt when there was nothing but field around him - because in the distance he could see the silver body of the boy!

An image of Liffey briefly flashed across his vision. The blurry backdrop of a meadow peppered with similar trees. Titmouse looked towards the forest and then away from it, as if trying to make up his mind about something; but he didn't recognize the forest all that well. It was just a feeling... Like he'd been here before. With a crease to his brow that made him look much older than he really was, Titmouse grabbed the cat skull and began investigating the fringe of the forest.

It smelled... Like a forest.
It looked... Like a forest.

There was nothing special about this place at all, yet for some reason, he felt like he was being directed into it - along one of the maze-like paths, around a weirdly familiar-but-not old log which had seen better days; maybe he had been here before? But everything was orange and dark, covered in old leaves and decaying like the rest of the world. Although he was confused, Titmouse decided to spend a few hours looking around - just to ease his mind.