The Tale of WrenTop Story - January 2024
A transient fog hovers above the water, while the full moon guides Wren as she walks along the shore. Placing fresh cut willow stalks in her basket. With a stiffness, she moves away from the lake and towards the grassy slopes. The pain was worsening, peaking to a point of paralyses, then vanishing like the wind. Glancing toward camp, dawns colors begin to challenge the darkness as the charcoal skies reveal the vibrancy of a new day. She needs to complete this task before her people wake. Pausing, she waits for her muscles to relax, hoping the pain will go away. Breathing deep, Wren continues towards the woods, to bury the contents of her pack before she is discovered with it. Then, she would wait for him, she knew he would not let her down. She starts to dig when another wave of agony consumes her once more and she doubles over. If it weren’t for that, perhaps she would have noticed the eyes upon her.