Tag: Shandaar 1

L:”You returned well.” R:”Not both of us.” P:”…” L:”We are moving in today. The accommodations should be available soon. There are tents outside if you really need them.” R:”Beds are fine. But food would be more appropriate. Wouldn’t it, friend?” P:”Screw you.” Emma:”Bonjour. And welcome back.” R:”…” He’s smiling. L:”We were about to get to…

We return. This time they let us in. They were waiting for us. They play on 6 wooden boards. The boards are complemented with blocks of woods & bones. Red, green, yellow, purple. They hit the keys with small mallets. They’re serving large plates of potatoes. P:”They’re Purple.” R:”Is that all you have to say?”…

He walks in front of us. To another tree. It looks like a tree. P:”It moves.” R:”It breathes.” The guide stops. He runs back to us. He hides behind us. The tree breathes loudly. Fat white feathers. Chucking. Chuckling. Clucking & Quacking. Silence is broken. Silence is torn. Pecked by a bloody orange peck. The…

The Guide moves forward. With his eyes, banded. He’s a Silent Guide. Silence feels uncomfortable. It may suit them. P:”He doesn’t look so large.” R:”He doesn’t.” P:”He’s not small.” R:”No. Not particularly. Though it is difficult to say.” P:”Because he’s not standing straight?” R:”Perhaps.” Difficult to say… He’s more definitive than that. Soft silence. Enjoyable…

We run to a tree. Why the hurry? The guide stays near it. Not too close. But he does doesn’t move away from us either. The bark… It’s affected. P:”What’s this?” R:”I just arrived. As you did.” P:”You must know what the problem is.” R:”Can you tell there’s an issue?” P:”The bark is…” R:”It is?”…