Somewhere, outside the merchant city Alberta, a small cottage sat buried in the thick green underbrush. The air was filled with birdsong and the chirps and other sounds of animals. There was the gentle rustling of branches as the treetops swayed back and forth in the breezy winds.
Yet, for all the greenness and lushness and vitality of its surroundings, the cottage was emptily silent.
It was of the plain sort, one that was easy to ignore, even if you hadn't meant to. It was as if one's sight slid greasily from the plain wooden structure.
The building was small and squat, easily fitting underneath the heavy boughs of the forest trees. It had no yard, no clearing before it but a small patch of scuffed stone before the plain door that was embedded in the wall. There was only one window, though it made up for scarcity with size. Spanning from the door to the corner of the home, it was a clean pane of glass stained green by its surroundings.
There was no movement inside, though there was a loud thump as a bird hit the window.
It fluttered for a moment.
It chirped once, as if wondering what had happened.
It flew off.
Even so, the cottage was not uninhabited. It was filled with personal belongings; it was cared for and cleaned; it was loved. It was just empty of those who had filled it with personal belongings, who had cared for and cleaned it, who loved it. Many knew of at least one of the couple who lived in it, the wizard and the soul linker.
But they were not here, not now. They were both traveling, whether it was the wind-swept sand-scape of the deserts of trader city Morroc, or the smog-filled streets of steampunk Einbroch.
So, the little cottage sat alone in the shaded patch of the forest, escaping the notice from those who passed by. It sat, waiting, as the night breeze blew and the trees swayed and the birds and animals fed, drank and slept. It would continue waiting until the wizard and the soul linker returned to it.
Its wait would not be in vain.
The wizard and the soul linker would return.
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Thus, the most pointless, plotless bit of wordage ever.
Ah well~
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