Description
Along the banks of the braided Hornewood River lies Southbend, a small town home to river and forest folk alike. Well, maybe village is a better word? I don't know, I just live here. And right now I have more to worry about than being pedantic. My father sits and stares out the window all day, ill with his grief, my brothers run around harassing the people in town all day, I am perpetually covered in mud and paint, and Amand keeps pulling me up the mountain--into the woods--on his crazy day adventures. I wouldn't mind it if I didn't know what he was really after. The spirits and creatures of the wood and river can be beautiful, ethereal, magical. They twinkle and dance and sing as they ride on the wind or play in the trees. Others--the ones I know he's REALLY after--are not so friendly. At least, that's what the elders say and what the whispers around town are saying. Why can't he just hunt rabbits, like a normal Lightfoot?
1. Southbend
