The group explored the site for a while, wondering in and out of the ancient rooms, and looking out at the valley spread before them.
It was a fine, sunny day, but wisps and tendrils of cloud clung about the ruins like ghosts.
Teya felt a twinge of trepidation as she entered the old building, but in the cold light of day the ruins seemed perfectly safe, and Mateo was right behind her. He held her hand tightly. There was something breakable between them now, a sort of wariness, but at the same time Mateo seemed more tender, even more protective.
He pointed out the rectangular niches in the walls where the ancient people would have kept their possessions, or even used as tables to eat their meals. The old stones were draped in moss and grasses, and a fresh breeze played among the rooms li
