Lana
We decided to stop when the sky darkened and the sun sank behind the trees, leaving behind a scarlet streak like a wound across the horizon. The flat ground we found was comfortable enough to rest on for the night—surrounded by low shrubs and a large dead tree that looked like the shadow of a ghost.
Lucen lit a campfire, and Kaelith was already busy preparing dinner with the remaining spices from Amarta's supplies. Ezric was preoccupied combing his red hair. I sat near the fire, holding a warm bowl of soup in my hands while watching Sylas—who, once again—sat a little too close to me.
He didn't say much, only occasionally glancing at me before quickly looking away. Something felt off. Not just the fact that he was sticking to me like candy on a palm. It was his eyes. As if he was hiding something.
I slowly sipped the soup. Lucen noticed it too.
"Sylas," he said suddenly, eyeing Sylas suspiciously. "Why have you been sticking to Rae all evening? Got something going on?"
