WiseDragonGirl

In the middle of the autumn-coloured forest a man was standing in front of a cave, his blue eyes taking in the dark entrance surrounded by the moss-covered rocks. In one hand he held a suitcase, the fingers of his other hand were brushing the small moustache adorning his upper lip. He was wearing a white lab coat over his clothes, all buttoned up. On the nametag it said ‘E. Hellington’.   Mr. Hellington sighed, checked his watch and looked around. A Mienfoo was standing next to him, looking at a berry bush growing close to the entrance. A chilly wind ripped some red and yellow leaves from the branches and gently placed them on the

A gust of wind pushed against the wooden sign, so that it slowly began to swing back and forth. The sign showed a painted hawthorn and this was exactly the name of the inn: the Hawthorn. Two men, dressed in a leather jacket with a chain mail over it, came to the inn and pushed the door open. The mixture of voices in the taproom came to meet them as soon as they stepped over the threshold and they were loudly greeted by a few other soldiers at one of the tables. The dimly lit taproom was spacious, the beer was cheap and the tables were clean. For these reasons the inn was a popular place for soldiers and town guards to have a drink together, w

Snippets ‘in the forest’ 1) A breeze moved the thousands of leaves belonging to the many trees of the forest, giving of a rustling sound. He barely noticed it, his eyes fixed on the path in front of him. He stopped for a moment when the branches of a bush were moving violently, but smiled as he watched the birds fly to the branch of a tall oak. He started walking again, carefully walking around a mud pool that had formed in the middle of the path. It was pleasant in the shadow of the trees, better then it was on the parking lot where the sun had been burning down on the land, quickly rising the temperature of the metal. Another