A Pig Called Chauncey
he five of us woke at the crack of dawn and readied ourselves for the journey ahead. It wasn’t the most pleasant of mornings. Remnants of yesterday’s revelations hung in the air like personal shadows. Add to that, SJ wouldn’t even make eye contact with me the whole time we were cleaning up the campsite. It bothered me, but for now I chose to give her space. I would try talking to her later.
Before heading into the Forbidden Forest our group stopped at the town closest to it. After breakfast we figured it would be a smart idea to leave the carriage and Pegasi at a stable during our indeterminable absence while finding the Valley of Edible Enchantments. It didn’t cost much, but we did have to sign a waiver stating that if we didn’t return from the Forbidden Forest in
