Elariana
The light outside slowly filtered through the tent wall, as if even the sun were approaching me carefully, afraid to rush in too suddenly. My chest trembled in small waves as I worked myself into a sitting position, and that familiar, unwelcome feeling ran through me again. The fear that someone might already be waiting inside. But when I looked around, the tent was empty. Only the blankets, the dull scent of healing herbs, and the remains of half burned candles accompanied my movements. No shadow moved near me. Carefully, I pulled the tent flap aside.
Zane was sitting outside, a few meters away, his back resting against a log. His sword lay across his knees, his gaze alert as it swept over the camp, as if he were holding back the last traces of the night simply by refusing to b
