Bella rubbed the bridge of her nose as she watched the parameters. They were out to the open world, the same soil they had traded upon the first time the mysterious Fog had chased them from Kadesh. It was three months now. They have not seen Jimma or Mich yet, even though they had searched the forest for them. The two seemed to have evaporated from the surface of the earth, leaving nothing to profess their fleeting existence.
"You see anything?" Len asked as his horse strutted towards hers. He was dressed in blue, but the red streak that tailed his side distinguished his uniform from those of the girls'. A long sword was dangling loosely on his belt and on the hilt was a heron, designed to look out into the distance as if seeking out its prey.
"Not yet," Bella said.
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