Washed Out in the Mind of Me

While the days were slowly beginning to get a bit longer with the transition of the season, darkness was still quick to set it. The trip from the wash had been a little strenuous. Fatigue was beginning to set in after their first day of travel- on top of the damage sustained from their encounter with the mountain lion. He could only imagine how Absinth felt, but he knew better than to ask. With the supplies he had been able to bring along, setting everything up had gone fairly smooth. They had made it to the cover of the redwood forest with just enough time for him to gather enough kindling to get a fire going and keep it fed through the night. He used the small knife to strike the flint, causing a spark that quickly engulfed the grass and twigs he offered the embers first. Soon enough it was ready to blaze through larger branches that had been broken down into more manageable segments. As it kept growing in size with each log he added, its warmth spread throughout the night's chill - a welcomed relief from the cold winds blowing around them. Satisfied with the strength that it burned, he settled down for the first time to rest. The crackling glow of the firelight cast an array of shadows around them, but perfectly illuminated the immediate space. He was comfortable with the silence that had settled between them, the only ambiance coming from the sounds of the world around them.

After having some time to rest, his attention settled on the pack he had left off to the side. "Hungry?” He asked Absinth, casting a glance in her direction before getting up to dig through the remaining few belongings he had brought along with them.

"Aresenn Praetor"