eyes in the dark

Rylee let out a huff the moment he started to sing. Maker help her. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was stuck travelling with this shem, but now he had the gall to sing.

Fortunately for both of them, he did not stay too close to her.

While she might have gone on, it was obvious he'd not be able to see as well. Shemlen did not have the same keen sight at night as elves did. Without the aid of sunlight, a shem could so easily blunder into something and bring trouble.

Stop here, she instructed, gesturing toward a large tree a short distance off the road. It appeared large and sturdy enough to hold two into the branches. Off the ground and, hopefully, away from that which would prowl in the night.

Are you capable of starting a fire? she asked, hints of condescension in her tone.

With her rations off toward Amaranthine on her horse, Rylee knew she'd need to hunt for something to keep them fed for the night. Hunger would do no one good were they to be attacked.

Hardly giving him time to answer, she disappeared further off the road, past the tree and into a more densely wooded area. She'd reemerge some time later, a brace of coneys in one hand.

Hope you don't mind rabbit, she quipped - as if either of them had much choice. She didn't wish to waste the energy of hunting down anything larger. And a rabbit each would be sufficient for the night.