"A trophy of the kill? The hunter would not need more proof that the beast had been slain than this."
No, it didn't smell right at all, but that was what had brought them there.
A movement in the mist caught Goliath's eye. An old woman was walking down the path between the houses, weighted down by an armful of bags. As she walked, she coughed once, twice, and paused beside a thin, tall tree that looked as though it had burned recently.
The look she gave it was far too long, far too confused, for that not to be of note, and as her glance returned to the road, it passed over Goliath and Elisa and paused, as if she'd seen something that made her start. But the old lady shook her head, and moved on without the alarm that seeing a gargoyle in the mist should have given her, so if she'd seen them, it had only been in a flash.
Still, that was strange.
"That woman saw us," Goliath commented, as she walked to the front door of the house with the blackened tree in the front yard. The house next door to the darkened one. "The one going into the house, there. Maybe she did not believe her eyes, but she looked a little too long."
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No, it didn't smell right at all, but that was what had brought them there.
A movement in the mist caught Goliath's eye. An old woman was walking down the path between the houses, weighted down by an armful of bags. As she walked, she coughed once, twice, and paused beside a thin, tall tree that looked as though it had burned recently.
The look she gave it was far too long, far too confused, for that not to be of note, and as her glance returned to the road, it passed over Goliath and Elisa and paused, as if she'd seen something that made her start. But the old lady shook her head, and moved on without the alarm that seeing a gargoyle in the mist should have given her, so if she'd seen them, it had only been in a flash.
Still, that was strange.
"That woman saw us," Goliath commented, as she walked to the front door of the house with the blackened tree in the front yard. The house next door to the darkened one. "The one going into the house, there. Maybe she did not believe her eyes, but she looked a little too long."