It was a regular restless night Jasper had suffered and just before dawn, Emily walked out of the tent to find him still asleep,
“Oh Warrior of Moline, “ she sighed, “why did you sleep out here in the cold?”
She tried her best to cover the exposed parts of him and when she was satisfied walked off a little bit to a nearby stream. But not before grabbing the knife Jasper had given to her.
She got lost in tune as she washed in the stream. She chose not to wash her clothes, seeing as they were going to be on the move soon enough. And they needed to be on the move soon enough.
There was a storm coming, and although she had received no visions about it, she could feel it in her over the core.
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She walked back to their campsite and stood in shock when she didn't find Jasper right where
