blood, flesh and bone

Steig ignored the donkeys nipping at his tail, their usual braying all but white noise to the boy after all this time. Something strange was happening, and he couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with his Aunt's disappearance, his father's disappearance...

Strolling about with a seriousness unbefitting the young bard, anyone who knew his usual prancing steps would note the difference, to anyone else, it wouldn't be noticed. Lips drawn tight across his teeth, shoulders lowered and head tipped just so to allow for better hearing forward and back, loose strides ate up the earth between the spires, the wails leading him deeper into this strange new place that almost felt like somewhere in-between.

"speech"