World's Over Journal VIII First & Fast Friends

Freya and I had become fast friends over the course of the past few weeks. You see, she had lost all her family to an owl while moving to a stump of a fallen sapling beside the creek which ran underneath it and off into the ravine. I was sad for her, but they were not dead she said, the owl bore the markings of a wise one, he would not eat them once he had received them in his eyrie. Though there was little chance that he would bring them home to her as well. Owls, even the water aware ones, did not overly trouble themselves in the plights of others. Their energy was stored for the moon and the hunt.

So it was that she had made her home in our kitchen upon the counter, in the wall beside the window, which looked out to the stump and the gorge beyond. Freya told me she had left a note there for her family to find, ‘they were of a brave and loyal line,’ she had said, they would do all in their power to come home to her.

Much there was for Charles and I to learn of our new world, so every night we would gather together by the fire and listen to what Freya had to tell. Of great rock creatures she spoke telling us that all the animals were sentient, or at least they were at the dawn of the great war, and dragons she had seen, just beyond the gorge in the swamp beside the lake. Beyond that was another thick patch of dark forest, farther still was the great wasteland, mountains and plains where to water dwelt. There only the great earth worms lived, though it was said that legions of warriors without any stores were seen passing over it, always heading north. Freya had never seen such a sight, though she had seen small caravans of sickly looking people, caught somewhere between the afterlife and this world, making their way with great haste to the north, always northwards.

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
With Charles