Peregrine Kärsk

Chapter I

Her hammock swayed gently as the dreary winter breeze swept by, her teeth chattering, her clothes damp from falling into the river, attempting to catch a fish she killed earlier as her lunch.

She parted her hair, gently braiding it for the night. Her usual routine.

"No visitors tonight?" She murmured to herself, staring off into the distance as she aimlessly braided her hair. She stopped, tying the end, her braid was finished. A bit loose and sloppy.

Sleeping in damp clothes wasn't the best idea, it was the worst idea. But she didn't have any extra clothes, her old ones were being fixed, again.

She pushed herself up into the hammock and lay down, placing her hands on her stomach. Her eyes fluttered shut, the sounds of the campfire crackling in the distance were soothing like it was every other night. She could also hear the water rushing by from the river. It was faint.

Slowly, those sounds she could not hear anymore, only seeing black for the longest time.

"Peregrine?" That voice. She'd heard it multiple times, but never knew his name. He never revealed himself either. Which made her curious. "You're here? It's quite early, no?" He hummed.

Peregrine looked around, searching for the voice again. "It's not that early. The sun already set."
She replied, kneeling. She placed her hand on the dark abyss that acted as a floor. Spring grass and a couple of flowers slowly grew.

"You enjoy that." The voice stated, sounding like he was right behind her.

She jumped, letting out an annoyed huff. "Where are you, Mister Voice? You're very annoying." She told him, looking up and around, a small pout on her face. He let out a raspy chuckle. "You'll meet me soon, dear child. I'll leave you to... Your dream." He muttered, and then the entire space went quiet.

"Oh, goodbye, Mister Voice..." Peregrine muttered shortly after he left. She looked down at the small bit of life she had created in her dreamscape.

"You'll meet me soon," She muttered his words. "But when...?" Peregrine asked herself, gently moving her hand, her fingers tangled in the grass as it spread around her. The grass gently brushed against her arms and legs. It felt cold...