EADRICH’S POV
Morning rolled by very quickly, I am woken up by the cold chill of winter air the fire had gone out in the middle of the night as such the chill the next morning was befitting of a winter morning with how the climate had been lately this was utterly unexpected, the winds blew into the tent undoing the latch on the flap causing it to writhe violently flapping like a bird with a disability
The noise made by the cover coupled with the increased difficulty to breath pulled me out of my slumber, cracking one eye I come face to face with the roof my tent a deep murky green with patches here and there from repairs, this tent was one of the first I ever made, each patch had a story to tell and what tales they were, I look down to my chest to see what weight was crushing my wind pip
