Song Of The Forest.
224 Words
Alistair treaded heavily on the thick forest ground. Rhineas sided him as he strode through the brambly ground. The crunch of dead leaves muffled as they trampled beneath Rhineas’s footsteps. Even though Alistair stomped his way through he was as quiet as a cat.
The branches rattled amongst each other as the air compelled them to. Patches of serene sunlight dappled through the dense roof of the Stegardian forest. Birds whistles and squirrels squeaked in harmony to the song of the forest. A finely orchestrated chorus merged together and vitally announced its liveliness amidst the dangers lurking deep into the forest.
Rhineas noticed Alistair’s face twisted in his ever lasting grim. The creases dispersed on his forehead again. The brief moment of joy on Alistair’s face had blown away with the forest breeze sending him back to his hard shell.
‘You seem good…,’ Rhineas prompted, looking away as if scrutinizing something behind in the woods.
Alistair just kept walking brooding over something Rhineas cannot pick.
‘I am never getting on that beast.’ Alistair’s raspy voice grumbled.
Rhineas chuckled. ‘It was most rejoicing episode of my lifetime.’
Alistair stopped abruptly and faced Rhineas with an inexplicable arrogance in his eyes. ‘You Ignysreons are filthy bloodline.’ He barked.
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