"Could be. Or the army was a lie," Kreyu murmurs. They approach the 'castle' down the dirt track, still hearing only that one person chopping wood.
As they draw closer, the person chopping wood comes into sight. He's a BIG man, more than six feet tall, a giant by the standards of this era! He's more than half that length across the shoulders, powerfully built. He's shirtless, despite the chill of the morning, as he chops wood. This is not the build of a Hollywood action star, but the build you get when you do hard labor and fighting for a living. He's not as pale in complexion as Skellig is with his current tan, but he's closer in skin tone than anyone they've met thus far. His brown curls are cropped close, slightly damp with sweat.
There is vast power in him, equal to Kreyu's, although he 'feels' of earth, the strength and endurance of mountains.
Kreyu smiles when she recognizes who it is. "Hello, Koshchei!" she calls.
Koshchei stops chopping, grins broadly in welcome. "Hello, Kreyu! You missed good party last night!"
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Date: 2024-10-05 03:20 pm (UTC)As they draw closer, the person chopping wood comes into sight. He's a BIG man, more than six feet tall, a giant by the standards of this era! He's more than half that length across the shoulders, powerfully built. He's shirtless, despite the chill of the morning, as he chops wood. This is not the build of a Hollywood action star, but the build you get when you do hard labor and fighting for a living. He's not as pale in complexion as Skellig is with his current tan, but he's closer in skin tone than anyone they've met thus far. His brown curls are cropped close, slightly damp with sweat.
There is vast power in him, equal to Kreyu's, although he 'feels' of earth, the strength and endurance of mountains.
Kreyu smiles when she recognizes who it is. "Hello, Koshchei!" she calls.
Koshchei stops chopping, grins broadly in welcome. "Hello, Kreyu! You missed good party last night!"