Writing Exercise: Candle



Iseda watched at the top of the ridge as the others made their way silently down in the night. They were almost to the forest, she could tell that the thick fog was beginning to get darker on the way ahead. They just needed to get under cover, and then things might be alright. She was young, but her ears and eyes were some of the sharpest in the pack, and so she’d been set as lookout at the tops of hills since they’d set out, some five or more hours ago now.

At first, they’d been able to see the light of the torches following them, just barely visible through the fog behind. Yet she they hadn’t been able hear the horses’ hooves, between the field and fog, muffling all sounds. They had fallen back,  unable to keep up, but these men were native trackers, and might easily follow them once the sun rose. If they were really ready to kill them to make them leave, what was to say they wouldn’t follow them into a forest? Was there nowhere they might be safe?

A tiny light suddenly appeared coming back up the hill, Fenn by the scent. He’d changed to skin and sat next to her, bringing the welcome light close into her circle. Being out here made her think of all the tales their neighbors told of strange and frightening creatures on the moors.

“Rasti has returned, we’re nearly there, and Bari reports they’re well behind. They’d be fools to come into the forest.”

She nodded, but wondered if the Humans really knew what her own people were capable of. Thinking of their bloodlust made her press against him, and he put an arm around her. “Don’t worry, Bari’s trying to persuade them to leave astrally, to give up. Shall I keep you company?”

Iseda nodded again, and he stood as the last of them passed down into the valley between hills. Fenn’s candle shone like a beacon next to her, but safe as its’ light only penetrated a short way into the mist. Perhaps she finally understood why the Humans were so fond of fire.



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