Sunday 7: Night-Listening

Beginning today, I am branching out with my own little spin on the "Six Sentence Sunday" challenge that has gained such popularity on the web. I've got my own reasons for not participating on the official blog, so I'm posting seven sentences from my current, newly merged-and-trimmed manuscript, renamed Taproot.

Here are today's sentences:

Then there was a splash that ended in a slap of damp earth, and a rustle among leaves; and while the movement traveled seamlessly through the undergrowth, the footsteps of the creature shifted…changed…and then it was bare flesh padding the open earth. Not paws. 

Gair was so surprised that his eyes flew open, and all other night-noises pressed in on him again. The stamping and mumbling around the campfire was especially loud and grating. 

“Nasty, noisy dwarves!” Gair scowled – and then remembered he was a dwarf himself, and quite possibly the noisiest of the whole lot. It was a shock, to remember that he was one of them. How long had he been caught up in his night-listening?

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