nothing ventured, nothing gained
06-13-2022, 10:47 PM
The spirit slunk down to rest on her stomach completely, observing the stranger's scratching with gentle interest. The stars had told her nothing, but at least folk tales would give the girl something to chew on. The wolf carved the image of a tree in dirt, naming it 'Yggdrasil'. The word was alien to her. Another language perhaps, though she tried not to pay unimportant intricacies much mind. 'Like the ones in this woods, though much much bigger.' Sybil mimicked the shifting of his head as she too gazed upon the towering monoliths surrounding them. How long she wondered, did it take them to grow to this size? It was difficult to conceptualise just how older they were than her, than the both of them. Wolves only lived to about a decade, it was impossible to imagine what it would be like to live through 50. The man continued, speaking of the nine realms in the roots, and the instability of the branches. Was that where they were now? The girl wondered if she too had quietly slipped into another realm, a different existence. The crypt had certainly looked like a portal when she had rushed inside for shelter. "What was your world like?" She asked, content to listen and learn about the other wanderer some more. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ |