hope for the future

the plains

The morning sunrise through the trees was met by whistling birds, and laughter of the three imps. there fire down to ash and ember, was the only resemblance, to the riverbed camp the night before a memory. "many things roam the plains, we must be serious." Crest began as they approached the clearing on the forest boarder.

Dolton sighed and nodded in agreement with Col. "the plains are dangerous and unpredictable big cats roam within." Col muttered cautiously. the three stood at the exit path between two large oak trees. Crest removed two daggers from his bag and handed them to the other two. "if the cats get close, do not hesitate. defend yourselves well with these."

the belts on the imps hip had decent sheaths of leather. The plains had clear sky and fair weather on day one of their journey as the made their way slowly across the open field east a large rider on a horse, welding a bow and arrow, stopped ahead of them.

from a patch of tall grass, a small lion pounced on the horse. Jaws wide, it bit the horse on the neck. the archer shot an arrow into its brow. with a yelp of pain the lion ran back to the tall grass. the imps approach cautiously, and when in earshot Crest shouted "you there, archer, could you perhaps guarantee is safe passage through the plains?"