I Found It! It's My Stick!

The rainy season has returned to Auster and, with the deluge, comes the closing of the first full years of the Klein boys’ lives. With that year comes more freedom and Strix is taking full advantage of it. Stepping off the ferry that connects the island to the dam, the small boy looks around, ears flicking as he listens. Rain patters the aspen trees, making their leaves sound as if they are playing music. It is idyllic and the humidity and rain cannot dampen the boy’s spirits as he moves forward. Today he plans to help clear some of the debris that the swollen riverbeds have deposited through the land. Strix is eager to prove his helpfulness in the hopes that he will be given more reasonability.

Quickly he trots forward, sticking close to the bank, moving to where the first beaver dam is. Unfortunately, the powerful rains have washed away the once strongly built home, tossing the sticks that once made up the home up onto the grassy bank. What a mess these rains make. Strix sighs, moving toward the numerous sticks that lay scattered on the shore, picking them up and moving them into a pile. Most of them are hefty, the study branches needed to anchor the dam, it us too bad it didn’t work. Picking up a stick that is slightly bigger on one end, the boy steps back and moves to toss it on the pile but stops. The weight feels strange in his mouth but the boy swings the branch from side to side.

Strix quickly decides that it could make a good weapon. Stepping away, the boy starts to move and swinging the branch, enjoying the heft and powerful feel that his improvised weapon gives him. Now if he only had an opponent or two to try it out on.



WC: 307
Total: 307 / 1500

"Strix Klein"