Chapter 43 Taytra
“Taytra,” Lyra said a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Tay, we have to get moving.”
Taytra sat up, pulling the scarf to block the sand way from her face. “Okay, thanks, Lyra.” Taytra blew air out from between her lips and glanced around. The rest of her party was up and moving, rolling up their bedrolls. She leaned over and poked Ward.
“I am awake,” he said without opening his eyes. “You are the lazy one here.”
She huffed. “I am not lazy. This just blocked the sound really well,” she said, pulling it down so it settled around her shoulders. “I had to block your snores somehow.” She rolled over and grabbed her boots, quickly lacing them up. She glanced around again. Everyone is here, and no one has said anything, she noted, and yet, something in her chest fluttered, a sp
