don't think, feel

*Torben* · 06-28-2022, 04:19 PM

It had been a few days since he had met with Voodoo. He couldn't shake the feeling their meeting had gone well, despite remembering little since he took the plant she gave him. Torben lay in the Plains, resting. His head had pounded and he was concerned about the memory loss, but he managed to find his way home and rest. With his head clearing, he hadn't heard anyone call to him from beyond the border. Voodoo knew where he lived. She had mentioned he was from Valhalla, picking up the scent from his coat.

So she could visit him if they had really become friends. His memory hazed over and he tried to figure out what happened. Torben knew he hadn't harmed anyone. He did not stink of their blood. Yet a lingering doubt remained. He should do something with his time, instead of fretting. The man rose and began to patrol along the edges of the Plain, making his way and marking his scent in the foliage. The thaw had come slowly, and greenery peeked through. He felt content about that.

SPEECH HERE

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me