The breeze
comes again, stronger this time, and there's definitely laughter.
“Hello?”
he shouts, “Is there anybody there?” He keeps turning as he
does, scanning every direction, but there's nobody there, just a
beautiful meadow bordered by trees.
“The
Weave is full of tricks and twists,” he says to himself,
suddenly remembering something Oak told him. Something that was
said in a conversation he's pretty sure never had. He pauses for a
moment, wondering how he can remember something that never happened,
before shaking his head and setting off towards the woodland.
The breeze
comes again, and with it more laughter. He turns once more to see if
anybody has appeared, but he is still alone. As he turns back he
notices for the first time, at the far end of the meadow, there
stands a cottage.
