Watch What We See

Watch What We See

Trees grow and rocks fall. The land shifts about them, and it changes unseen and unheard. The forces that shift are ascribed to gods who are just as secretive in their actions as they are their intents. The wizened warn of looking for them, or trying to suss out their purpose for this world. They tell of those who’s folly led them to wandering the wildlands seeing the spirits in every twisted tree or eddy after a rapid.

Chell held tight to those words as she lead the merchant train through the mountain passes. Those under her guard were never allowed to venture beyond sight of the wagons. Foraging, firewood and relief could only be found along the roads. Some considered her methods superstitious, she dismissed them without a word safe in the knowledge she’d kept every caravan she’d led safe with not a loss of life except to those from age or disease. 

She called for them to stop for the night and in return she was greeted with the groans of wagons coming to a halt, people chatting as they set about making camp, and animals braying in anticipation of grooming and fresh pastures. Each wagon and its team set about making their own fires, most choosing to bundle down for the night under their wagons when it was time. 


Today’s art is courtesy of Julian Bauer from Germany.

Those Circles

Those Circles

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