Susanna’s Sister

Elinore wasn't a fool. She understood that her path was one of danger. One set of questions were answered. But not the second. And that was the greater question. So they followed the wolf's path. Rock and sand trampled as though a ship had been dragged across. She stumbled upon a Golem, alone and shapeless like a child's moulding of a person.

It stood facing the sea, both eternal. Nothing would make it move. A masterless Golem. Elinore stared at it, the Head's daughter stood next to her.

"Old or new?" Linnette asked.

"New. It has broken desire. Look at it. If I vere to guess. It is the husband's Golem, the Golem in the village is a voman. I vould assume it vas the mother's Golem. Though, ve don't even know if she was the master."

"The family has collected the child, but the Golem broke their father's ribs and his vrist ven he tried to take the child." Lyn said.

"Vait is my sister still holding the child?"

"No. You don't know? The Golem vants her there, and she can't get far. The niece was able to hold tah child." Lyn said.

"Those vords are an indictment on me."

"It's not-"

"Ease yourself, Head daughter. I can't have to daughter of a head bowing to me."

"D'you beat me in the head with such enough, my head will svell instead of shrinking."

She put an arm around Linette's head and kissed the top of her head and shoved, pushing her forward by the small of her back.

The group dropped to a knee and touched their hearts before they moved, bunching but stopping once more upon discovering a gulf. They were facing a pool of water, oddly flat and still. One built naturally was… well… unnatural. The group just stood, as if just waiting for something, one of the dogs barked.

Well, she was wet already. She might as well finish the job. Into the pool she walked and only a few steps in kicked something heavy. She found a helmet, its engravings were extremely detailed but faded. The design consisted of hundreds upon hundreds of vines broken by large intricate sunflowers. The helmet was old, handed down from family to family and there was fresh scars.

Elinore's stomach folded into itself, and churning. She started kicking the water, using her boots to urgently rake her way through. Unsure of what Elinore was doing. Panic spread as they all worked frantically. Some used their shields to churn up to till the sand. They made hills to block any water coming in while others worked the sand to flatten and spread out the surface, the water level dipped down. Elinore gasped.