Any plans for an early departure were thwarted by a howling gale that lashed the trees, bringing down branches and thrashing leaves off slender stems. Driving rain found its way through any c****s in the shelters, and sodden woodfolk could be seen from time to time streaking across the clearing seeking cover in more fortunate, drier shelters.
Tarkyn sat cross-legged in one corner of his shelter listening to the rain drumming on the roof. Sparrow was sitting beside him, constructing a complicated series of forest paths in the hard dirt of the floor.
He leant over her creation, frowning, “So where is the big road we crossed?”
“Down there,” explained Sparrow patiently.
“Why is it there? We should be on that side of it, shouldn’t we?”
The little girl rolled her eyes. “Tarkyn, you are hope
