A life changing decision is a vastly underrated thing. It is an opportunity to learn something about ourselves, to peek into our hearts and evaluate our worth. The curse of it is we rarely think of this when placed in positions of that magnitude. There are innumerable stories built around a life-changing decision. This is another.
"Get up!" A man, tall and rather perturbed looking at the moment, huffed and stalked around a makeshift camp site. Another figure lay in a bundled heap near the long dead fire pit. "It's damn near midday, Shill!" A boot nudged the heap none too gently. "If you don't get up now-"
"Pin! For God's sake I'm awake." A small hand shot out from the heap and pushed the boot away before it made contact again. With a groan the rest of the bedding was sloughed off, the figure beneath was a petite woman. After an excessive amount of stretching she stood and inhaled the afternoon air deeply. She stood a clean foot and a half shorter than the man, her long mahogany hair curly and disheveled and iron grey eyes glazed from sleep. They both sore what had once been foot soldiers' uniforms, though it was pretty clear that is not what whey were. "Brother, you really must learn to relax." She wore a Cheshire smirk that seemed at home of her face.
The man scoffed and continued packing the few items strewn about the small clearing. "If I were as relaxed as you, Sister, we would get nothing done." He picked up a quiver that had been nestled against a tree and tossed it to the woman, who was fortunate to catch it since she did not seem to be paying him any mind. "Would you be so kind as to find us a meal? We should eat before tonight." Only then did he pause and look at Shill, his eyes a shock of blue, hidden behind his flat straw-colored hair. There was a look of expectance and impatience as he stared at his sleepy sibling.
After a moment of staring out into the wood she nodded, glancing at Pin briefly before turning to grab the bow that was leaning against the same tree the quiver had been. "Yes, a meal is certainly in order. Roast suckling pig and candied figs?" She laughed and walked off into the forest with no more than a wave over her shoulder.
"Get up!" A man, tall and rather perturbed looking at the moment, huffed and stalked around a makeshift camp site. Another figure lay in a bundled heap near the long dead fire pit. "It's damn near midday, Shill!" A boot nudged the heap none too gently. "If you don't get up now-"
"Pin! For God's sake I'm awake." A small hand shot out from the heap and pushed the boot away before it made contact again. With a groan the rest of the bedding was sloughed off, the figure beneath was a petite woman. After an excessive amount of stretching she stood and inhaled the afternoon air deeply. She stood a clean foot and a half shorter than the man, her long mahogany hair curly and disheveled and iron grey eyes glazed from sleep. They both sore what had once been foot soldiers' uniforms, though it was pretty clear that is not what whey were. "Brother, you really must learn to relax." She wore a Cheshire smirk that seemed at home of her face.
The man scoffed and continued packing the few items strewn about the small clearing. "If I were as relaxed as you, Sister, we would get nothing done." He picked up a quiver that had been nestled against a tree and tossed it to the woman, who was fortunate to catch it since she did not seem to be paying him any mind. "Would you be so kind as to find us a meal? We should eat before tonight." Only then did he pause and look at Shill, his eyes a shock of blue, hidden behind his flat straw-colored hair. There was a look of expectance and impatience as he stared at his sleepy sibling.
After a moment of staring out into the wood she nodded, glancing at Pin briefly before turning to grab the bow that was leaning against the same tree the quiver had been. "Yes, a meal is certainly in order. Roast suckling pig and candied figs?" She laughed and walked off into the forest with no more than a wave over her shoulder.
