You can only fight it
for so long when silent, in the dark and without a good night's sleep to back
you up. Alvaren had a nap. Or a proper sleep. It felt short even though the sun
managed to set during that.
Shirral didn't. She
hadn't slept for.... two days, was it? Too long, no matter how you slice it.
That magical sleep didn't count, either. Now, after his eyes adapted to the
forest darkness as much as they could, he could see her swaying awkwardly back
and forth in the saddle. He felt pity for her. Worse yet, he couldn't replace
her as the rider because of that wound. Speaking of which, it hurt like hell.
He cursed himself for reminding himself of it.
'We should talk', he
said suddenly, without prior consideration.
Shirral straightened
and slowed the horse. It was reckless enough to ride in the dark and losing
focus didn't help. She clearly wanted to chat, though.
'Talk? Now? Don't you
think it's not the best of times for that?'
And yet again, he
somehow expected that. Such a shame he couldn't see that teasing smile of hers.
He had to settle for her silhouette, darker against the horse's dimmed white.
'Well, yes, I mean, it's
a good time, I think.'
'Oh, really?'
'yes, because, no
offense, but you look tired from over here.'
'So my back seems
tired, huh? Well, you may be right. It's been a while since I last slept.'
'Two days?', he voiced
his guess. A short silence was the answer as Shirral collected her thoughts.
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