reply to post by Trexter Ziam
Pletch-As was hiding behind a bush, caressing his chin, always with a grin. He found delectable not only the mixed odor of ripe fruits and wet soil,
but also the sound of Aaiyana's crying in the colder air of the day. He felt aroused by it all, because he knew she, too, would soon be ready to be
harvested, like the fruits he faced.
He had to eat the bitter leaves of the bush to contain himself. But after a few minutes, he got bored by the situation, having nothing to gain but
expectations for his dreams, for now.
Pletch-As was wondering what had happened to the hunter, the one who corrupted Aaiyana, so decided to go to the border of the village of Tristan, in
order to hear what its inhabitants had to say, about their day. But after 43 summers of presence on the Holding Sphere, his hearing was not as good
as it once was, but good enough it proved to be.
"How will we manage in this time of the year?" "Why did the King of Fjüllwald had to ask for our men before winter?" "We will loose our crops!"
Pletch-As could see; old men and male infants were all that was left in the company of the women... What had happened indeed in Fjüllwald? War with
neighbors? Problems with Beasts of Gravelmore? He was still planning on getting Aaiyana for himself, but his fellow Grimoirks needed to know.