The stone path through the woods lead her nowhere, but that is pretty much what she had been expecting. Such paths very rarely lead to anywhere of consequence and this one was no exception.
All the same, she felt disappointed.
I don’t know what I was hoping for.
Maybe long lost ruins.
Maybe a treasure cave.
I don’t know.
I just know it should have been something a whole lot more exciting than nothing.
She turned around and left.
Hiran stood on the other side of the cloaked wall. His head tentacles writhed as he waited for her to leave.
She glanced around, puzzled, before turning and walking away.
His tentacles relaxed.
They always come so close, but never close enough.
They never question why a well-tended stone path in the forest leads to nothing.
They always leave it at that.
Someone nose-bumped his elbow. “Did you fall in love with this one?”
He looked back at Ignash, a werewolf with always-hungry eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. She was just a child.”
“Of course.” Ignash snickered. “Of course.”
Hiran stepped down and let the werewolf take over his station.”Stay out of trouble. We don’t need another near miss.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be good.”
Hiran nodded and left him to his guardian responsibilities. He followed a stone path to a city of well-polished rocks and magical barriers.
He smiled. “Home sweet home.”