The Villager

The leader of the village was a tall, lanky fellow whose arms seemed to outgrow him. Each movement of his was slow and deliberate. The pale man mused that it could very likely be a means of preventing himself from knocking into things. The Chieftain kept his head low at the pale man's arrival; the woman had stayed outside. The Chieftain wore a metal band across his eyes, but beneath his long, thin nose grew a hefty beard that reached his chest. From beneath the hair, two grey tusks grew. The pale man lowered his head in deference to the Chieftain. "I am but a guest in your village, though I find it welcoming and peaceful. In any case, I was told to speak to you, Chieftain."

The pale man had stopped on the side of the path, not to rest, but to enjoy the sight of the endless field ahead of him. He noticed that, oddly, the grass had taken on a subtle blue tint. The pale man enjoyed this. To his surprise, however, he began to hear sounds behind him, starting off quietly and rapidly becoming a symphony of life and activity. He turned, curiously.