Charles & Freya Thorn Thicket Tale

We did not wake with the dawn, green, blue or red, as we did at the tree home, it was late in the morning when we arose from a deep slumber amidst the darkness of the forest canopy, our bones sore and stiff from our travels. We had fallen asleep underneath a thicket of thorns as large as daggers, which bore here and there large orange flowers akin to roses. Freya slept atop the tallest bush inside one of the flowers, hardly visible to the most prying of eyes, her tunic of bright pinks and lavender blended it splendidly.

It was to be a four day journey there and back, if we did not get distracted by some larger adventure unforeseen or captured. Our mission was to find out who or what lay directly to our east, amidst the gap in the forest canopy where we hoped to find water and perhaps more for I held a minute glimmer of hope to encounter more survivors.

It seemed most valuable to me, that we discover who or what lay within close residence to us, especially to the east; as I had no knowledge yet of that which lay to the immediate west of the tree house, save a forest of endless trees and dense underbrush. If the gap in the forest canopy was indeed a body of water, even a thick tangle of a bog or vile smelling marsh, it could sustain an abundance of life. A settlement perhaps already lay there on the rim of whatever body of water lay before us.

If the others did wake someday, Jane wished it sooner rather than later, if there was any hope for such a thing at all, as waking from hibernation akin to death. Jane does not know, but I checked Bahamut every day for survivors who might have woken up, I don’t think it will occur to her to do the same while I am gone. If anyone wakes they will need water very soon after or risk death from dehydration or from the solitude of fear. I hope they wake, or at least someone wakes, also I Jane checks the tank. Wish I would have mentioned this to her before leaving.


In all hopes of returning,
Charles & Freya