Evading Slumber

Night had fallen by the time Brandr made it back to Abaven. His mind was buzzing with the information he'd learned from the little star child he'd met in the north in the twisting trees. Brandr knew he needed to tell Corentine. This wasn't the sort of news that was meant to be kept private even though he was afraid it was going to hurt. He gazed out across the horizon as a flash of lighting illuminated rain clouds in the distance. The air was still and he did not know which way the storm was going. Why did things rarely seem to work out as planned?

Fate answered as the form of Corentine melted into view. The white of her pelt standing out against the shadowy dark of night. She was awake? He hoped she was doing alright. Putting on a gentle smile he trotted toward her. "Evening, Corentine! What are you doing up this time of night?"