by Narrator » Wed Jul 24, 2019 6:52 pm
Some of the animals in the forest scattered as Ennio made his way towards the drumming. It was not a path, per se -- not like a well-marked trail or anything, but the blazes and slashes along the trees made it clear that he was at least, in theory, headed in a direction people had come in before.
The drumming led him to the edge of a clearing, where a squad of green-haired folk sat in a circle around a fairly large bonfire. They weren't all Wills, mind you -- they were versions of a number of people on campus, just with green hair signifying them as part of this, what, tribe? Their faces and chests were painted with vaguely Celtic designs -- often three circles or three spirals, or three triangles, or some combination thereof. It wasn't too far from the design The Boy had painted on himself during the big Naming Rights brawl.
Across a spit on the bonfire was a couple of the green animals Ennio had seen when he first landed in the forest. A couple pelts were hung out to dry, as well, and the small scraps of clothing the people wore seemed to be made of the same leather. Honestly, it wasn't all that different from Finn McCool's setting that Tosh had come across so long ago.
Across the fire from Ennio's position was a Will, the only one of the group who earned a chair, and thus several feet higher than the rest of the group. His hair was shaved into a side fade, and he had a scar running down one eye, but it was The Boy, alright. His hands were steepled together as he watched the rest of the people, intently -- this was his realm, after all.
If only he had been wearing pants.