Re: At the edge of the clearing
Brejgun was growing weary. The day had been long and hard, and he longed to get out of the cold and into a warm place once again. He still saw no sign of pursuit, but he still remained uneasy. The reality of the events of the last days were all to clear now, the vulnerability of solitude and disconnectedness.
Also, he was beginnig to feel that all was not right with these woods, that the trees acted funny, but that still took a back seat to the more pressing concerns about finding somewhere he could hole up.
And was that suddenly becoming a possibility? The woods seemed to open up into a clearing where stood a hut - could he be that lucky? Finally some favour from the gods?