[center][i][h2][color=#dd5419]Calariel[/color][/h2][/i][/center][hr]
Calariel slid the ring onto the her left hand, noting how the fit became snug over her glove. Magic, of course, allowing the ring to be worn by any size hand. It burned, even through the soft leather covering her finger, but the burn soon became a pleasant warmth, and she smiled. It was a wonderful gift, and would prove most useful to them in the days to come. If tonight was any indication, there were countless dangers ahead, seen and unseen.

She mounted up, performing one last check to make sure she had everything with her, and then rode out with the group, eyes ever vigilant.

When they arrived at their camp, it appeared most of the group was immediately heading to sleep, sleep that was much needed for them. Aelin's lovely song would no doubt soothe them into it, until her fellow elf decided to sleep as well. Calariel, however, was not feeling as drained as the others seemed. Her horse needed rest, though, so she placed her blanket over him and made sure he was comfortable enough. 

[color=#dd5419]"I will keep a watch,"[/color] she declared softly, taking her bow in hand. Her eyes were the best at a distance, and her ears were the sharpest, making her the best choice to watch over the rest. Perhaps she would also catch something fresh for breakfast, when the time came.