Deep in the woods, North Wind and Rainstorm eyed each other as they followed Waterstone to set up targets.
“He told you, didn’t he?” asked North Wind as soon as they were out of earshot.
Waterstone nodded as he handed them chunks of yellow ochre, “Here. Mark out some targets on these trees. We’ll need six or eight of them, I’d say.”
Surprisingly Rainstorm didn’t object, but merely asked, “How do you want them?”
Waterstone stood with his hands on his hips while he considered it, “Just draw a circle with eyes and nose. A bit above our head height. We don’t need the body. We’ll be aiming for their heads.”
As they each began work on a separate tree, Waterstone said quietly, “I’ve been looking for a chance to talk to you two for days.” The woodman didn’t beat round the bush. “Are you sure,
