December 23, 2019 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures

The thought of leaving the path is extremely daunting. It’s just that there’s seemingly no way to come back, no way to relocate home after this. Or, what accounts for the way home, at least.

So they wait, for a few moments. They stand there by the katana, looking around, trying to figure out where to go, what to do.

No new answers show up.

Eventually, Meazea pulls the katana out of the ground and returns it to the sheath on her back. “Alright,” she tells WooFZee. “I think it’s time we got moving.”

A low whine builds up in the wolf’s throat, but he stands by what he said before. Whatever Meazea thinks is the best thing to do, that’s what he’ll do.

So, slowly, uncertainly, the two travelers step off the path and into the fields of flowers. The scent of their petals and pollen is almost overwhelming. There seems to be no clear way they should travel, either. Very quickly, the path that they had been walking falls out of sight.

Meazea breathes out, loudly. “Try to walk in as straight a line as you can.”

“Really?”

“I know it’s hard, but I think that’s the best thing to do. At least if we’re going straight, that means we can turn back around.”

WooFZee’s ears flicker unhappily. “I don’t think there is a turning back around, Meazea. I think we left the path, and the path is gone.”

Meazea feels the same way. Her fingers tighten in the wolf’s thick fur. She doesn’t say as much, though. Instead she just tells him, “I think we need to try and go in a straight path.”

“You’re not doing a very good job of it,” says a small, soft voice.

Meazea and WooFZee both startle. They scramble backwards, away from the sound.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” says the voice, again. It takes them a good, long moment of looking around before they locate the speaker.

It’s a mouse, mostly. The small creature is white as can be, with a large eye on his forehead, and three tails instead of one. His fur looks exceptionally soft. Strangely, Meazea is filled with the sudden urge to put him.

“You can,” says the mouse. “But not right now. Right now, you need to change course. You’re heading to the den of the Weiffle. That’s the point, of course. The flowers turn you around, and then you’re eaten. But I don’t think you should be eaten. I think you’re here for a different reason than most.”

“…we…need help?” Meazea offers, a touch on certain.

The mouse creature’s ears flick happily. “I know. And here I am, ready to help.”

 

Katelynn E Koontz – Author

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