5 Minute Freewrite Day 475: Rooster

In spite of her trauma, she had managed to keep her curiosity and taste for learning, and her inclination to discover things by speaking to people mixed well with her companion’s need to establish an spoken interaction with someone, how else does a traveling merchant sells his wares?, but little Caelynn wasn’t so little as Boddynock the Gnome tried to treat her, and after meeting a Priestess of The Moon Lady, it seemed she found her path. And for a while, the two were still together.

Of the many adventures they had after her “rebirth”, one was still remembered fondly: in a certain village of a certain region of almost constantly flat earth and many miles of grass and rivers, a lot of legends arose about spirits and lost souls.

This one in question was found after the two friends arrived in the village, only to be received by many, MANY roosters. They sure love their birds he said while trying to not run over a feathered creature with the wagon’s wheels, Do you think they have EVEN MORE hens? , she answered. Maybe they had, but why not in a farm but running around in the streets?, her brows furrowed in a sign that she was going to ask some questions.

In the end, what was the reason?, amidst feathers and cloacking sounds, an old lady told her:

If you go out at night, 2pm and close to any of the old wells, and if you have any bad intentions inside, The Whistler will come and beat you up!.

Why so many roosters?.

He runs away when they sing, they are the only thing he fears.