Thursday, 19 April 2018

[Northspell 17] A new kind of dye?

She almost dropped it, the weight was so unexpected, but saved herself by scooping her free hand underneath before the sack could fall to the ground. She hugged it to her chest, shifting the weight from arm to arm. Arkel reappeared, weighed down by a similar load.

“What’s IN here?” she asked.

With a darting glance over his shoulder in Toban’s direction, Arkel leant forward and whispered in her ear. “You’ll never guess. Rocks! Just black rocks, really dirty stuff too, look…” He held up a hand to show her the black dust smeared all over his skin. “Maybe it’s some new kind of dye.”