"It's a very dense forest, and there's some surety to that. But no, I do not like it. I understand how to live in it, is all."
"Well, in that respect you have the advantage of me," I say, and then we are at the foot of the hill.
"Thank you," I say, and then pause, tilt my head. I have hunted since my boyhood, and - "there is something following us," I say, very low. "It might be wise for us both to go to higher ground. Will you come with me?"
I begin the ascent. It seems a very great hill, though it didn't look so big from the bottom, and there is sweat between my shoulderblades and under my arms as I reach the top.
I can see the tower, and it does not look so very far away, though I know everything seems to take longer than it should in this forest. It's the best view of the place I've had, and somehow it makes me feel sick to my stomach. It's stone, but there's something wrong with it, like looking at meat turned to rot. I don't want to go there. I have to go there. If only because I look all around me, and the forest spreads to the horizon in every direction. I no longer know if there's a way out.
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Date: 2011-03-13 11:11 pm (UTC)"Well, in that respect you have the advantage of me," I say, and then we are at the foot of the hill.
"Thank you," I say, and then pause, tilt my head. I have hunted since my boyhood, and - "there is something following us," I say, very low. "It might be wise for us both to go to higher ground. Will you come with me?"
I begin the ascent. It seems a very great hill, though it didn't look so big from the bottom, and there is sweat between my shoulderblades and under my arms as I reach the top.
I can see the tower, and it does not look so very far away, though I know everything seems to take longer than it should in this forest. It's the best view of the place I've had, and somehow it makes me feel sick to my stomach. It's stone, but there's something wrong with it, like looking at meat turned to rot. I don't want to go there. I have to go there. If only because I look all around me, and the forest spreads to the horizon in every direction. I no longer know if there's a way out.