with the dawn

(of course!)

As he turned to walk the other way so would Rava. She’d lope out onto the sands of the desert, knowing there were few desperate enough to follow her out here. The cloaked woman kept up her pace, counting her steps to the little waypoint she had stored away. This was a getaway hide, there wasn’t any food left in it, she hadn’t had much luck preserving recently. With her cloak though she could climb under the thorny bush and disappear.

That’s where she remained until dusk, when she carefully made her return to the spring. She hoped the man had gone entirely but her nose caught the scent of fish like none she’d ever smelled before. Her traitorous stomach begged her to inch forward into the light of the fire. Rava could steal a fish and make her retreat again… and though she formed a plan the woman was too timid to follow through. She lingered in the shadows, hoping he might accidentally leave a few morsels behind.