Norman

Priya was whittling a small piece of wood. The shape carved out of the block resembled an ugly bear, even though it was supposed to be a horse.

Priya and Seia stood on a small rocky strand, surrounded by a vast river and steep cliffs. All the others that had lingered there, were long gone, as the darkness had started to fall. Just as they were about to take their leave as well, the single narrow path out was blocked by two wide glooming shadows, who spoke strange language.