Their
bags lay in a tangled pile at the side of the small table, their
intertwinedness suggesting an effort was put into keeping them neatly
upright and abandoned rather quickly. The two of them sat on opposite
ends, each one hunched over a small, blue container. Each of them
clenched a fork in a different hand - his in his right, hers in her
left - giving the two of them a sense of symmetry as they voraciously
wolfed down enormous cinnamon rolls in their boxes.
The
symmetry was broken when Xyie

The
thunderstorm had raged against the adventurers’ tent all night; it
had been the sort of night where Aviere wasn’t content with her own
sleeping arrangements and, in a fit of anxious fear, had darted into
Darius’s sleeping roll and his under his arm for most of the night.
It wasn’t the first time she had done this. At first, Darius found
it strange, but the more he traveled with his fairy companion, the
more he began to see the world from her perspective. Rain might be an
inconvenienc

Darius
woke to the first rays of dawn shining through the inn room window,
squinting his blue eyes in protest against the unwelcome intrusion of
light that yanked him from his deep and restful slumber. He had grown
so used to sleeping in makeshift camps in the woods during his
travels that the modest comforts of the tiny inn were a veritable
palace for him. For several long moments, the dark-haired swordsman
wrestled with the idea of simply closing his eyes once more and
letting the softness of

“I’m
really glad you took me out again,” Lavender said as they took a
seat on the wooden bench. They had been walking for most of the
evening, entirely lost in conversation, and the concept of just how
late it was never seemed to cross either of their minds. Common sense
said it was well past time for the date to come to an end, but
neither her nor Jeff seemed to be in any rush to separate. Their
silent decision to have a seat in the middle of the long-empty park
was the couple’s unspoke