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[002] In the Glen
Oct. 6th, 2006 11:05 pm[note: there will be some blatant copying from the book and some modifications of said blatant copying, as it will be following the canon]
It had been days, weeks even, since Tristran had any decent lodging, or any social interaction. All around him was sand, and tumbleweed, and he could no longer see even the faintest hint of Wall, his home of so long ago. Memories of his meeting with Victoria were the only thing keeping him in constant movement towards the location he was sure the star would be. Oh, if only he could see his love once again, even if it were for a moment. Dreams were not enough. Dreams were never enough. Her face haunted him, but it was not real. He could reach out, but he'd only touch the air above him.
The very few supplies in his rucksack were growing increasingly scarce as though someone were magically casting disappearing spells on them, and his stomache grumbled for a hot, home-cooked meal and a good mug of ale. Even cool, fresh water was a rarity.
The small supply of water he had with him was warm, and beginning to take on a strange taste. But beggars could not be choosers, and under the circumstances (of not finding any other water supply nearby) he hadn't a choice but to save even the smallest amount of it.
Once he'd found his star, he would be able to use the candle once again, but until then...he had no choice but to make do with what he had. And though it was a sad situation, indeed, Tristran knew he could not give up and disappoint Victoria because that would be worse than wandering the desert for weeks on end with a dry and stale loaf of bread, half a bottle of water and sore, aching feet.
Then days later, Tristran had begun to see greenery. He'd passed over the desert and into...forest. Trees. A glen. And water. Oh, the sweet taste of fresh, running water! Tristran quickly rushed forward and bent down to his knees to take a sip, splashing it over his face as he basked in the cool moisture. It felt so wonderful that he almost missed the sound of sniffling and a swallowing from somewhere nearby, under the babbling of the brook.
Tristran straightened and stood up. "Hello?" he called out.
It had been days, weeks even, since Tristran had any decent lodging, or any social interaction. All around him was sand, and tumbleweed, and he could no longer see even the faintest hint of Wall, his home of so long ago. Memories of his meeting with Victoria were the only thing keeping him in constant movement towards the location he was sure the star would be. Oh, if only he could see his love once again, even if it were for a moment. Dreams were not enough. Dreams were never enough. Her face haunted him, but it was not real. He could reach out, but he'd only touch the air above him.
The very few supplies in his rucksack were growing increasingly scarce as though someone were magically casting disappearing spells on them, and his stomache grumbled for a hot, home-cooked meal and a good mug of ale. Even cool, fresh water was a rarity.
The small supply of water he had with him was warm, and beginning to take on a strange taste. But beggars could not be choosers, and under the circumstances (of not finding any other water supply nearby) he hadn't a choice but to save even the smallest amount of it.
Once he'd found his star, he would be able to use the candle once again, but until then...he had no choice but to make do with what he had. And though it was a sad situation, indeed, Tristran knew he could not give up and disappoint Victoria because that would be worse than wandering the desert for weeks on end with a dry and stale loaf of bread, half a bottle of water and sore, aching feet.
Then days later, Tristran had begun to see greenery. He'd passed over the desert and into...forest. Trees. A glen. And water. Oh, the sweet taste of fresh, running water! Tristran quickly rushed forward and bent down to his knees to take a sip, splashing it over his face as he basked in the cool moisture. It felt so wonderful that he almost missed the sound of sniffling and a swallowing from somewhere nearby, under the babbling of the brook.
Tristran straightened and stood up. "Hello?" he called out.
