Author's Notes: I had some ideas popping into my head while playing as my ninja-deer Kinsha the other day. A plot formed in my head that just had to be written.
Kinsha is the loner out of my deer. He has no family that we know of. ...or does he? ;]
The first part is loosely based on how I was playing yesterday, while the later part is completely made up.
To part 2=>
Idol Conversation
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His blue gaze rested upon the towering stone monument, its twin streams of water unending in their flow. Unending sorrow.
Sighing, he lowered his head, the smooth surface of the Orca mask over his face resting against the roughness of the Crying Idol.
“Something troubling you?”
At once, the young stag snapped his head back up, scanning the area to find the source of that voice. “Who said…?” he trailed off, seeing nothing, thinking he had imagined it.
Had the ninja been out-ninja’d?
Kinsha shook his head at his own thoughts. He was nowhere near being a ninja, failing to remain hidden most of the time. He was more of an anti-social coward.
“I’m right in front of you,” the voice continued, sounding somewhat amused now.
The stag’s eyes widened, snapping his attention back to the rock structure.
Was it talking to him?!
Soft chuckling came from the stone. “Don’t worry; you are not going crazy.” Ignoring the look of disbelief it was being shot, the voice continued. “You seem…for lack of better word, down. Is something wrong?”
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