Mar 1, 2020
@demonicdiligence
The Endless Woods always seemed like a peaceful place. A stark contrast from how other nearby realms could be.
Setoh sat on the ground within a ring of giant mushrooms - the Meeting Place, his people called it. On the ground next to him, Zomakol was laying down, resting her head in his lap. Quiet. Calm.
The King lifted his head, looking out into the forest around them. “Aamon is coming.”
“Hm?” Zomakol shifted, squinting into the dark. “The Forest tell you that?” She didn’t see anything yet.
