20
This Time is Different
Lysanor kicked sand over the remnants of the fire as the last slice of sun disappeared behind the mountains. Though it was unlikely anyone would spot the flame, way out here, they could never be too careful. They hadn’t survived this long by easing their measures.
Isdemus slept most days and was awake most nights. Something was brewing in him. It was always like this, when he was nearing something important. She had a feeling he might share it with her tonight and, though exhaustion had crept in and settled upon her, she’d stay awake as long as she needed to hear his words.
A pink and purple haze painted the sky. Lysanor had always loved this transition to evening, this brief flash of dusk that lingered only long enough for you to wonder at its beauty. Her eye
