The Traveler

The soulful moan of a lone horn has him walking over to the backpack and after hoisting it upon his shoulders, sees that Izzo has that look in her eye as she goes about slipping a silver tin within his inner breast pocket. Taking up his hand, she whispers to him, “A little something to remember me by is all that is. And since I still have you here, do me a favor and come home to me.”

Taking Izzo up in his arms, their embrace is torn apart by another soulful moan that has her letting go just so he can step over the threshold that has him walking through a void clearing away to where he finds himself standing on a dirt road. 

A bit lightheaded after his trip through the layers, the notion of having a sip of pure rainwater has him following through to where it does not take long before he is able to roam the area in his want of flat stones. 

Finding what he wants takes a while, and after gathering enough together, goes about constructing a road marker. 

Standing back in having a look at his stacked creation, takes in a deep breath of the cool breeze carrying a pleasant scent that goes well with the sun’s rays poking through the nearby tree branches.