A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

The air sat heavy in silence, the laughing of the man having finally faded after a few minutes. Somerled now stood, holding a saddle fit for a moose, and stared bewildered at the sight before him. The soldier that had been so aggressive earlier was just kind of laying there, like a puddle on the ground. Hanging above her, the man leaned, offering a warm smile and a helping hand.

“God damn I zone out for a few minutes and suddenly I miss everything,” the storm monster whined, a disappointed look crossing his face. Fixing his posture, back to a friendly person, he stepped forward a few paces, rejoining the conversation. “So what’s going on here?”