It was well past midday when she decided to stop for a quick lunch. More bread and dried meat. Midnight nibbled on some of the tall grass. All the while, Desa kept her eyes on those pine trees. If any troublemakers were lurking in this canyon, that was where they would hide.
An uneventful afternoon led into a quiet evening, and the shadows lengthened as the sun dipped toward the horizon. Dusk came on fast, making it too dark to press on. Desa could have used the Light-Source in her ring, but that might draw the wrong kind of attention. Better to get a good night’s sleep and complete their trip through the gorge tomorrow.
Desa led her horse up the muddy slope to the pine trees under the eastern cliff. As she suspected, all that foliage had kept the ground dry despite the recent rainfall.
