@faunalynamaranthae – ( camp, night 1 )
Though the day had been pleasantly warm, a chill settled over the camp that night and Kieran was grateful for the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and the banked embers that radiated heat.
He’d set his bedroll near Faunalyn’s when they’d stopped. Of all the members of their group, it was the ancient ones that intrigued him the most—the elves, the wizard, hell, even Brego. How much had they seen? Cities built and razed; generations of humans born and dead; the rise and fall of the world’s tide. Kieran could hunt and track and fight if need be, but imagine what he could do with hundreds of years of experience. It was equal parts fascinating and unsettling.
So. Faunalyn. He glanced carefully at her out of the corner of his eye before glancing back at the fire and wrapping the blanket around himself tighter.
“Should get a bit warmer soon, I think,” he murmured, quiet enough so that Faunalyn might have missed it.