Thursday, 10 March 2011

Wildflowers - stream - oil

You brush through the flowers guided by the glinting on the water and burbling. The thud of hooves fades and weaving petals give way to the reeds along the narrow bank.

Fresh water. Looks cool and soft. You kneel, to cup a little and splash your face and arms, but stop mid-stretch. A thin sheen coats the surface. Oil of some kind.

You look upstream, where the course curves out of sight into the meadow. It's more or less where you've come from. Your gaze returns to the water.

Taste a little water   Blog One  Blog Two
Investigate upstream   Blog One  Blog Two
Cross the bridge   Blog One   Blog Two   Blog Three 
Return to the oak   Blog One   Blog Two



Porky said...

The adventure starts here.

If you've not been following, here's the challenge.

Continue the adventure at your blog. Link to this page or any of the others if that's where the story leads. Comment at the origin post if you've created a destination for any of the current choices. The blogger can then add a link.

If we have multiple destinations for one choice, all the better. Feel free to create alternative takes on the world.

If you feel another option is needed, write the destination post and comment.

Be bold, explorer.

If you've no idea what's going on, read this.

C'nor (Outermost_Toe) said...

I tasted the water.

Porky said...

Woven in. That's powerful stuff.

C'nor (Outermost_Toe) said...

And a Dissonance! I have also continued to the bridge.

Porky said...

Now it's really getting hot... I've updated everything here and left a comment at ArmChairGeneral's to let him know about the second option.