Amara’s pov
I sat outside my tent all by myself picking at the grass on the ground while singing Humpty dumpty sat on the wall. I think Orian would have been the one to fall over the wall and not him. He gave me constant headaches and now we were back to playing our games of ignoring each other after I peed.
It didn't bother me highly for I had trained myself not to care since the incident that transpired earlier this morning and it was going well.
I looked around the camp, past warriors that went on with their duties and others that just lay about.
The long table at the middle of the camp was where I guess they ate their food and I imagined Orian sitting on it, falling over and breaking his bones before crumbling into dust, the imagery was quite graphic.
A black carriage being driv
