Snippet #2331024

Tristan blew out a small smoke ring flicking his fingers lazily causing the smoke to twist it’s self into the shape of two dogs. Tristan made the dogs chase each other around for a while, a small smile on his face. Finally the dogs vanished into the wind, captured by the breeze.

Tristan relaxed further into his old armchair on his front porch. Even though Tristan had accumulated quite the wealth over the years he lived in a small cottage at the edge of town. He preferred the peace and quiet, people were noisy and stank badly. Having enhanced senses could really suck sometimes.

But here was his own space, 5 miles of land and woods surrounding his cottage. All his. Tristan could never stand the large and ugly buildings most people lived in far too restricted…and painful. Tristan puffed again on his pipe pushing down the broken memory. Just content to sit on his porch and watch the night go by.

Tristan had just begun to dose off when he heard the rush of an oncoming force in the wind. Alert, Tristan stood up suddenly pipe falling to the floor. Tristan looked around widely expecting an attack, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The soul gently wafted towards Tristan who chuckled at his overreaction. Rolling his eyes Tristan clicked his fingers “come”. The soul twisted its self toward him caressing his face, filling him. Oh here we go again why don’t they just do as death wishes? Fools. Sighing sadly releasing his peace was at an end Tristan bent down to pick up his pipe.

He paused turning the pipe over in his hands it was ancient, an antique in fact. It was made of fine ash with the talon of a bird curled around the bowl, a symbol of the wind. It was the only other possession Tristan had as long as his blade. But he had no idea where it had come from but he could not bare to be parted from it.

Tucking his pipe safely away Tristan entered his house grabbing his pack. As death could call at any moment Tristan had the foresight to always have the essentials on hand when needed. Carefully checking he had everything Tristan sealed his house tighly behind him stepping back out into the cool night air.

Securing his pack tightly onto his back Tristan began the 30 minute walk to town the way illumined by the full moon which hung above him. Tristan smiled. He could hear the fast beats of Blake’s feet as he ran to town pounding ahead of him. Honestly always in a rush.

Well let’s get this over with thought Tristan as he arrived at the meeting place 26 minutes behind Blake.

let the games begin