A Magical Morning || Trent & Ondorus
@thelastunivir
It was an early, misty morning, with a delicate and beautiful quiet that went largely undisturbed. Trent walked carefully, not wanting to disturb any slumbering creatures, or even just the hush that had fallen over the forest. In the distance, a few birds had awakened to chirp, filtering through the stillness.
It was perfect, and he was more than ready to find a spot to settle and drink his coffee, to savor the morning and watch the woods come to life around him.
Right up until he caught... what was that? A flicker but of what? Movement? Light? It ought to have been recognizable, but it slipped through his awareness like sand through his fingers. He turned and squinted in the distance, confused.















