13 | Location: Taxon Forest | Ashes to ashes we all fall down, we got innocence for days.
In the kingdom of Taxonia, there was a brave older brother. This brother was courageous and passionate, but his mind often wandered. The village knew him by the fiery red hair he possessed, and his way of distracting himself from chores to make up beautiful songs, or to draw wonderful pictures.
Word came to him one day, that the red haired brother learned that his younger sibling was missing. 'Red!' the village cried. 'You must go and find your brother, for he may have gone to the witches house! But beware, for there are many things lurking in the forest, you mustn't go off of the road unless you hear your brother.'
The red head knew what he must do, and set off, wearing a cloak as red as his hair, equipped only with song in his heart and determination. Surely, he would find his sibling, napping under the trees he loved so much. There was no need to panic, he thought. It was all absurd! There was the woodsman, who was kind and helpful, after all.
On his way through the forest, he began to think. Thinking turned in to singing, and singing in turn moved to the red cloaked brother eyeing beautiful flowers off the side of the road. Surely, if he picked them, he could sketch the most fabulous drawing for his brother once he brought him home?
[ooc: I'm going to make an effort to tag people I had plans with later tonight, that includes Dru and Mick! But feel free to tag here, too.]
Word came to him one day, that the red haired brother learned that his younger sibling was missing. 'Red!' the village cried. 'You must go and find your brother, for he may have gone to the witches house! But beware, for there are many things lurking in the forest, you mustn't go off of the road unless you hear your brother.'
The red head knew what he must do, and set off, wearing a cloak as red as his hair, equipped only with song in his heart and determination. Surely, he would find his sibling, napping under the trees he loved so much. There was no need to panic, he thought. It was all absurd! There was the woodsman, who was kind and helpful, after all.
On his way through the forest, he began to think. Thinking turned in to singing, and singing in turn moved to the red cloaked brother eyeing beautiful flowers off the side of the road. Surely, if he picked them, he could sketch the most fabulous drawing for his brother once he brought him home?
[ooc: I'm going to make an effort to tag people I had plans with later tonight, that includes Dru and Mick! But feel free to tag here, too.]