Just breathe

It was late into the night when the Warlord took his young daughter from the den and out into the starry plains of the Hallows. It was a clear night, and the stars could clearly be seen in an open expanse above them. Endless. His steps were quiet as he led her across the grass, and then halted. Turning, he faced the crystal-eyed girl.

“Today, I want you to concentrate on scents above all else” He said softly. She could not always rely on her sight, and she would need to work harder at her other senses. “I want you to track what's around us. Take in the scents, think about them. Think about their freshness, and what things might make a scent stronger or weaker” He said softly, keeping his own body still so as not to disturb her when she complied. Could she scent the field mice and rabbits that had burrowed nearby? Or the birds that had left when night began to fall. There was a hint of blood on the grass, one of the mice had been injured. And that would make tracking it so much easier. He said nothing, letting her take it all in and find it for herself.


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