A voice rang out, sweet, saccharine, causing the youth to stir, a head struggling to pop up from behind the rock. Truly, it ended up being more of a blonde set of curls and a pair of haggard, tired-looking eyes, peering over the boulder that would stand the test of time – something he was running out of.
Wings? A man with wings?
Had he heard of these before? Something like angels? Seraphs? Or was he attuned? He couldn’t recall – wasn’t certain if that had been in stories from here, or legends told by some Outlanders wandering down streets. The invitation was already there though, the stranger enticing him into some semblance and notion of hide and seek. Is that what he’d been doing?
So he then ducked lower, believing that could do it. Maybe the man hadn’t seen him. Maybe he’d win.
Except he coughed again.
Wings? A man with wings?
Had he heard of these before? Something like angels? Seraphs? Or was he attuned? He couldn’t recall – wasn’t certain if that had been in stories from here, or legends told by some Outlanders wandering down streets. The invitation was already there though, the stranger enticing him into some semblance and notion of hide and seek. Is that what he’d been doing?
So he then ducked lower, believing that could do it. Maybe the man hadn’t seen him. Maybe he’d win.
Except he coughed again.
