Reply To: Circle of Eights, Stories

Forums Yurara Fameliki’s Stories Circle of Eights, Stories Reply To: Circle of Eights, Stories

#452
F LoveF Love
Participant

    The orchard was silent apart from the sweet cry of a flork. Arona particularly loved these mysterious and rare birds with their brightly coloured plumage. A late afternoon chill was in the air, and the shadows were lengthening. She shivered and wished she was sitting by the fire in the cave.

    Lucille was silent and seemed to be waiting for Arona.

    With a flash of clarity Arona realised she knew the answers to her questions already. She had no need to ask Lucille.

    I have to hurry home now, she said to Lucille. “Home, hmmmm, what a funny word to use” flashed through her head, as the flork cried out again. She couldn’t wait to tell the others what she had learnt, even grumpy old Mandrake, who would surely say he knew it all already.