Whitefish River synthwave goose

"A riddle is still english, is it not? Why is it that you do not understand my words?"



There was confusion lined within the boy's gaze. Something was unknown.

He behaved as if the words coming from the raven's lips weren't of the common tongue. Why was it so hard to understand? Araluen and Aelea never had this much trouble. 

Riddles? She spoke as if she knew not the meaning of the word.

Beefalo? Again, he was questioned. But this time, with pure confusion.

A sharp, bewildered stare then fell upon him. So strange.

So many questions that made little sense.