When Desa caught up to her traveling companions, she found them sitting around a crackling fire that sent sparks drifting up toward the stars. She wasn"t inclined to chastise them for it; none of them could Field Bind, and they had to produce light somehow. And it pleased her to see orange flames casting warm light on trees with lush green leaves.
somehowDesa stumbled into their campsite with her arms hanging limp, her head drooping with fatigue. “It"s done,” she whispered. “The creatures have been destroyed.”
When she looked up, she saw Tommy sitting on the other side of the fire, staring up at her with horror on his face. “We didn"t...” he began. “We didn"t know if we should have gone back for you or-”
Desa scrunched up her face. “You were right not to try,” she said, pacing a circle
