An accident out hiking had left Tiffany with a searing headache and unable to make it home from the day hike she’d planned. Fortunately for her a thru-hiker going by the trail name Wodan happens upon her shortly after the accident and decides to setup camp in a nearby meadow to give her a chance to recover and rest for the night.
The catch? He’s out hiking to celebrate Nude Day and was hoping for a little time further embracing nature in all his glory. Not that Tiffany is about to let a well built man display himself for her, even if he is a little older.
Thing is, it might just leave her with a lot more than she bargained for.
Tiffany awoke in a field, slowly cracking one eye and grimacing at the light caused a searing pain to rip through her skull. Gritting her teeth, she held her eye open until the pain began to lessen and slowly opened the eyelid further till it was fully open. Fingernails dug into the soft, dark earth as she worked to open the other eye, the light burning the moment her eyelid moved. Once her eyes were fully opened, she laid there, gasping for air as her head throbbed with a dull ache. From her right side a shadow crossed over her face, giving her a moment of panic.
“Ah, you’re finally awake. It’s about time, you were giving me a bit of concern there,” came a deep voice.
The owner of the voice came into view before kneeling alongside of her to look at her eyes. “How are you feeling? I’m not sure what happened to you, just came across you on this trail a few minutes ago. Do you recall what might have occurred?”
“No, I just remember taking a walk along the trail, daytrip type thing, then flying through the air.” One hand came up to shield over her eyes to keep out the sun while mentally she ran a checklist through her body. “Toes…wiggle…butt…painful…back…not happy…head…been better. Well, I guess all of me is here at least and while painful, I can feel them.” With a groan she slid an arm along her side, trying to push herself up. About halfway up to a sitting position, she took the offered hand of the man, noting the deep calluses covering the hand yet light touch upon hers, just enough to hold her hand firmly.
Hands went behind her back, resting against the moist earth to steady herself before she looked around, trying to figure out where she was. A few feet away lay a trail that she could just vaguely remember hiking on earlier that morning. How far down the trail, well, she couldn’t recall that at the moment but she was satisfied with at least knowing how to get out of the area.
With her concerns over location tended to, Tiffany turned her eyes to the mysterious man, realizing she probably should have paid more attention to him first. His face was older, crow’s feet adorned the sides of his eyes and just long enough to be visible beyond the frame of his sunglasses, his hair a bright silver, slicked back against the top of his skull and coming to hang down in waves over the back of his neck, skin a deep tan, not that of a tanning bed but of one earned through a lifetime of being outdoors. It was his smile though, that drew her in, warm, gentle, caring. For a few moments, she felt the aches of body fade away while she lost herself within his face.
“Miss? Miss? Hello?” His deep voice brought her back.
“Oh, sorry,” she felt a faint blush begin to creep up her neck towards her cheeks as she realized what had happened.
A wince crossed her face as she felt the soreness return to the forefront of her thought. One hand slipped towards her back to press on the ground while she pulled herself up, eyes shut tight from the complaining muscles. A little groan slipping from her lips as she managed to push herself up into a sitting position.
“So, uh, what shall I call you, my mysterious savior?” she asked still a bit groggy.
“Savior? Hardly, I was just passing through the area. But you may call me Wodan.” His eyes twinkled at the name.
“Wodan?” She raised an eyebrow. “Is that a trail name?”
“Of sorts.” He offered a slightly crooked smile.
“Oh, that’s cool! What trail? I’ve never been on a trail long enough to warrant a trail name,” Tiffany asked enthusiastically.
“The Kungsleden in Sweden, but that was a long time ago. A very long time ago. Are you sure you’re okay to sit up? That was a nasty looking bump on the back of your head.” His eyes focused to the back of her head.
“I bet it was beautiful. Not sure where that is specifically but all the photos I’ve seen of Sweden are quite pretty. Besides the headache? I think I’ll live, just wish I knew what caused it.” She paused, hoping that perhaps he’d seen what happened.
He nodded solemnly. “Well I was planning to camp out in the meadow just beyond that grove of trees. Would you care to join me, have a cup of tea and rest before you put the strain of hiking back upon your body?”
“Well I uh, I…” She felt herself being drawn into his eyes again, resisting the tug to lose herself. “Tea would be nice, at least it would force me to take it a little easier.”
Wodan gave her a quick nod. “Excellent then. I’ll be just over yonder in the meadow setting up. Take your time in getting over there but if it takes you more than oh say, an hour, I’ll come check on you.”