The Fool
Professor
05-25-2022, 10:31 PM
The white, snow-covered landscape glitters with what looks like millions of tiny diamonds embedded in the soft powder. Ricin walks slowly through the still, silent land, the prized elk pelt he had won during the Elysium festival slung across his back. It had been fashioned into a cloak and it helps to stave off the cold as he makes his way across the still, white plains. There is something so peaceful about traveling right after a snow storm. An eerie, almost ethereal, silence blankets the land, wrapping in a calm rarely seen these days. It makes each crunchy pawstep that the blue boy takes seem deafening in stillness.
His hot breath turns into a cloud of steam as the tall boy continues explores, his long legs giving the growing boy a gangly appearance but helping him to navigate the snow with ease. Stopping a moment, Ricin inhales a deep breath and allows his ruby eyes to sweep over the snowy land, enjoying a moment of total calm. Finally, his paws resume their crunchy progress as the happy boy resumes his journey. As he nears the opening to the crypt, a place he remembers so vividly from the beginning months of his life here, the boy does not see the wolf standing nearby. How could he? She blends in so well with snow.
It is when he notices a black blob, does Ricin start and stops dead in his tracks to squint at the strange, optical illusion. But it is no illusion, the black blob is attached to a white muzzle that leads to a face with two eyes the color of ice. His breath hitches for a moment, wondering if this some apparition come to haunt him like the ghosts that walked during the long night. Swallowing thickly in a suddenly dry throat, Ricin’s voice sounds airy and scared as he asks, “Are… are you real?” He feels locked in a dream, uncertain if this real or his imagination playing tricks on him… so the tall boy waits for the spirit to answer.
"Ricin Dauner"
His hot breath turns into a cloud of steam as the tall boy continues explores, his long legs giving the growing boy a gangly appearance but helping him to navigate the snow with ease. Stopping a moment, Ricin inhales a deep breath and allows his ruby eyes to sweep over the snowy land, enjoying a moment of total calm. Finally, his paws resume their crunchy progress as the happy boy resumes his journey. As he nears the opening to the crypt, a place he remembers so vividly from the beginning months of his life here, the boy does not see the wolf standing nearby. How could he? She blends in so well with snow.
It is when he notices a black blob, does Ricin start and stops dead in his tracks to squint at the strange, optical illusion. But it is no illusion, the black blob is attached to a white muzzle that leads to a face with two eyes the color of ice. His breath hitches for a moment, wondering if this some apparition come to haunt him like the ghosts that walked during the long night. Swallowing thickly in a suddenly dry throat, Ricin’s voice sounds airy and scared as he asks, “Are… are you real?” He feels locked in a dream, uncertain if this real or his imagination playing tricks on him… so the tall boy waits for the spirit to answer.
