Seren
The clearing Maeve stumbled out into was quite large indeed. There was a trickle of water carving a path through the center of it, and ferns grew tall on either side where trees had failed to conquer territory. Sunlight bathed the lush vegetation - lush for the Grounds, at any rate - and cast a pool of shadow beneath a big, roundish something that came rolling along through the glen. As if driven by some invisible wind.
It was large, for a tumbleweed. As wide in diameter as a person was tall, it was a tangled snarl of branches, vines and strange objects that meandered not entirely aimlessly along the riverbank. It seemed to be headed for the opposite side of the clearing, where a flutter of movement could be seen. Something had become entangled in dead branches, and was making quite the racket as it fought to free itself.
Behind Maeve, the pursuer was catching up. "Wait!," Seren called again, a little more desperately; that was the biggest tangleweed she'd ever heard of, and Umbra's vision from above hardly made it justice.
It was large, for a tumbleweed. As wide in diameter as a person was tall, it was a tangled snarl of branches, vines and strange objects that meandered not entirely aimlessly along the riverbank. It seemed to be headed for the opposite side of the clearing, where a flutter of movement could be seen. Something had become entangled in dead branches, and was making quite the racket as it fought to free itself.
Behind Maeve, the pursuer was catching up. "Wait!," Seren called again, a little more desperately; that was the biggest tangleweed she'd ever heard of, and Umbra's vision from above hardly made it justice.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
