I wasn't going to post this until more people posted, but I might as well put it up.
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Ad'non walks slowly down the woodland path, feet dragging and erasing the tracks of deer. He doesn't blend with the woods at all, his white hair painfully clashes with the dark green of the forest.
He does not seem to be hurrying at all, nor simply taking a walk. In fact, he looks just like what he is, an lonely exile, wandering the world with no place to go. As the sun dims, sliding ever lower into the inky sky, he stopped. Turning aside from the path, he slips into the trees.
We lose track of him after that, as being a elf, he is much better at woodcraft. Soon, however, we see him again. He has found a clearing, in which he will sleep tonight.
Opening the pouch at his waist, he takes out a bit of bread and meat. This will be his supper.
A few more minutes pass. Then, a sound.
Cracking sticks are heard, mixing with the singing of a popular ballad. It is not sweet music, rather rotten as a matter of fact. Ad'non looks up, annoyed at this untuneful interruption of his meal.
Soon, the singer bursts through the trees. It is a young man, perhaps twenty or so, with the rough, scarred, hands of a farm boy. The boy is holding a dark brown bottle that gives off the smell of drink.
He notices Ad'non, and bows.
Then he speaks, in a thick voice that betrays his intoxication. "'Ello, matey," he says, waving the bottle. "Ya's did give me a start."
"That is a pity," says Ad'non, speaking for the first time since we saw him. He watches the boy with sharp lavender eyes.
The boy burps. "Want a drink?" He asks.
"No," replies Ad'non.
"What'r ya doin' out 'ere anyways?" Asks the boy. "Nowhere ta go out these parts. You be lookin' for a town, then you go south."
"My business is my own."
"Cain't ya tell me though? I'll not be sayin' nothin' ta nobody 'bout it."
Ad'non looks disgusted. "You are drunk. Go home."
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Anne Lauten
