The horse trotted off
the road onto the little clearing and stopped abruptly by a large rock at its
far edge. Shirral got off the mount and helped Alvaren get back onto solid
ground. He collapsed on the rock, sighing deeply in relief while lying down on
it.
'I'm not saying we
don't need a break', she pointed out, 'but this delaying us, and I can't say
I'm feeling safe about staying here, particularly when you are wounded.'
'I'm well aware of
that. But, again, I can't take it anymore. It just constantly hurt me for the
past few hours.'
'That's bad. Is it
getting better?', She asked, walking around the clearing.
'A little, yes. I
don't like it, though.'
'I'm not surprised,
really. You should have been more careful.'
'I didn't have much
choice, alright?', He sighed in defeat and looked up into the sky.
It was mostly clear,
with a few passing clouds and birds flying by on their way to wherever they
were going. Bird-land. Or something.
...But why were they
growing bigger? Rapidly? And closing in on them?
They were close enough
to see tattered robes flapping about.
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