Fox's Glade But Now I'm Someone New

Golden eyes, and whiskered face. Traipsed, tapped from rivenwood. A heavy mist hung in the early dawnlight as Etienne descended from home.

Heda had returned. Anselm was still avoiding him and Druid knew all his secrets. Heda had told him they were not lovers, and yet he had no doubt they would be eventually. He knew anselm and he knew Heda and they couldn't stay apart. And who was he to deny them this.

He realized sadly that he must strike the mountain man from his heart, no matter the pain. And even as that thought cemented into his mind and the very organ he wanted to strike shattered. He knew it to be true.

So he left, his own ticking began. He needed air and space and time.

So with gentle footfalls an otherworldly grace he moved through high meadows. Nose painted in colored pollens, fur too. The lazy bees droning near his head. Not quite awake yet, but starting their day. Small rabbits and foxes popped their heads up from holes.


Etienne continued southward, the meadow sloping downward. The musky scent of fox growing heedy and thick.