Bramblepoint It comes in waves, the letting go

Rodyn followed her directions. Making sure to add extra dirt to her small pouch. Hoping he did it right. He tilted one ear towards her to better here as she spoke. A voice of whispered secrets here.

He chuckled. I like that thought.

Questions? He frowned in thought. Well that right there could be bull shit could it not? I ask questions and there are many different answers to some of the same questions. Everyone needs help now and again, this is true.

Rodyn gave a grim nod. Then realized she probably couldn't see and spoke instead. The universe takes and gives away without bias. That's True Enough. I see it often enough with hunting. One day I may catch every game I set out for, another day I may catch nothing. There is no rhyme or reason. I could certainly make up excuses, scream to the hill tops woe is me, but that doesn't fill my belly again. And I still have no answers as to why it happened.