HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry maneuvered his way through the woodlands at a steady, perhaps even a slow, pace. His dark blue gaze scanned the leafy mulch underfoot carefully. Occasionally he would use a nearby stick to turn over a pile of leaves. Thus far, he was only able to unearth bugs and worms taking shelter beneath the healthy layer of mulch. Dissatisfied, he moved on from them each time. He was careful not to disturb the contents within a small satchel attached to his belt, occasionally placing his hand on it to ensure it had not opened.
He found himself barred from continuing along his current path by several intertangling vines, as if the trees had made a sort of spider's web. Having a healthy respect for this woodland, he tried his best not to blaze too harsh of a trail so that the flora and fauna would not die because of his negligence. Therefore, instead of trying to cut through the vines, he took it as a sign to try elsewhere. He wound his path around to find another way.
A few minutes passed in relative silence, as silent as the woods could be. Henry was adjusted to the sounds of wildlife. A crow's caw or the rustle of leaves from a small animal didn't perturb his ventures though, he did pay some small bit of attention to them. They became the soft melody of the forest around him. Background noise. So, when a very human sigh resounded through the air, it caught his attention.
Peering up from his search along the woodland floor, he was able to make out a figure through the spread of trees. It was a woman and, upon walking a little closer, Henry found that it was not just anyone. He'd never formally - or at least privately - met the Queen of the Grounds but, he knew her when he saw her. There she was, in all her prowess, and he recalled the things she (and others, of course) had done over the years to help free the Hollowed Grounds from the bubble that trapped them for so long.
It wasn't often that he did see her, however. He intentionally stepped a little louder to mark his arrival. "Queen Wessex?" The question of her name lingered in the air for a moment, as if he still wasn't quite convinced she was there. He stopped between two broad trees, standing across from her. He pulled his hood off of his freckled face and glanced around, "What brings you here? Not trouble, I hope."
He found himself barred from continuing along his current path by several intertangling vines, as if the trees had made a sort of spider's web. Having a healthy respect for this woodland, he tried his best not to blaze too harsh of a trail so that the flora and fauna would not die because of his negligence. Therefore, instead of trying to cut through the vines, he took it as a sign to try elsewhere. He wound his path around to find another way.
A few minutes passed in relative silence, as silent as the woods could be. Henry was adjusted to the sounds of wildlife. A crow's caw or the rustle of leaves from a small animal didn't perturb his ventures though, he did pay some small bit of attention to them. They became the soft melody of the forest around him. Background noise. So, when a very human sigh resounded through the air, it caught his attention.
Peering up from his search along the woodland floor, he was able to make out a figure through the spread of trees. It was a woman and, upon walking a little closer, Henry found that it was not just anyone. He'd never formally - or at least privately - met the Queen of the Grounds but, he knew her when he saw her. There she was, in all her prowess, and he recalled the things she (and others, of course) had done over the years to help free the Hollowed Grounds from the bubble that trapped them for so long.
It wasn't often that he did see her, however. He intentionally stepped a little louder to mark his arrival. "Queen Wessex?" The question of her name lingered in the air for a moment, as if he still wasn't quite convinced she was there. He stopped between two broad trees, standing across from her. He pulled his hood off of his freckled face and glanced around, "What brings you here? Not trouble, I hope."
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
