All day they’d traveled, and all night they had tried their hardest to grasp the lithe maiden sleep. The gaunt blond had been keeping watch in all technicality, but they were always awake. Always aware.
Before the sun rose, they were packed. the fire had been stamped out, and the pithy excuse of a meal had been rationed out. Six people, six grown people. Some dried fruit and water of questionable purity. They’d have to eat wild berries from now on.
The golden ring of morning shone across the lake, and they at once became aware; they were not alone.