Paper trail (Gavin and Una)
Apr 27, 2015 6:53:26 GMT
Post by vampirechicken on Apr 27, 2015 6:53:26 GMT
(Continued from "pen pals" RP on google docs)
"What."
Gavin mouthed the word to himself silently to himself, huddled over a untidy desk. The letters from Una had been somewhat organised when he received them, but in his efforts to make sense of many of the smaller notes and messages, he'd managed to completely hide the surface of the desk with strewn papers. He's been pouring over them for hours, making sure not to miss a single word of her handwriting. It had been too long without correspondence, but suddenly checking the hollow tree on a whim had revealed months of writing, some of it extremely personal. Gavin would have been pleased, although saddened by her grief, that she had not forgotten him after all. Instead he had just read something that made his blood run cold.
A powerful wizard who graces our forest?
A cloaked rider?
If Gavin's assumptions were correct -and he hoped sincerely they were not- Una meant to go wandering the woods in search of a alleged terrorist. How long ago had she written this? Had she already been murdered days ago, was she already decomposing under a pile of fallen leaves?
-No- the last letter was dated recently, there was still time.
Ignoring that the sun already dipped below the treeline, and the darkening sky, Gavin slid his small dagger into his belt, and walked into the woods alone but for his owl. He didn't know quite where he was going, but if the rumors held any truth, the cloaked rider inhabited the deepest darkest parts of the forest. Perhaps he would find Una there too, and maybe it wouldn't be too late.
"What."
Gavin mouthed the word to himself silently to himself, huddled over a untidy desk. The letters from Una had been somewhat organised when he received them, but in his efforts to make sense of many of the smaller notes and messages, he'd managed to completely hide the surface of the desk with strewn papers. He's been pouring over them for hours, making sure not to miss a single word of her handwriting. It had been too long without correspondence, but suddenly checking the hollow tree on a whim had revealed months of writing, some of it extremely personal. Gavin would have been pleased, although saddened by her grief, that she had not forgotten him after all. Instead he had just read something that made his blood run cold.
A powerful wizard who graces our forest?
A cloaked rider?
If Gavin's assumptions were correct -and he hoped sincerely they were not- Una meant to go wandering the woods in search of a alleged terrorist. How long ago had she written this? Had she already been murdered days ago, was she already decomposing under a pile of fallen leaves?
-No- the last letter was dated recently, there was still time.
Ignoring that the sun already dipped below the treeline, and the darkening sky, Gavin slid his small dagger into his belt, and walked into the woods alone but for his owl. He didn't know quite where he was going, but if the rumors held any truth, the cloaked rider inhabited the deepest darkest parts of the forest. Perhaps he would find Una there too, and maybe it wouldn't be too late.
