Really, Allereun was glad that he had the shift closest to sunrise, considering his impaired vision. His hearing was good, sure, but it was masked over by the horrendous snoring of Leifr and the snorts from the horses nearby. He, himself, had always been a near-silent sleeper, and such a quality has kept him quite safe during more...dangerous nights. But of course, now, he had to watch over a whole bunch of other loud, snoring people and horses, in a place that didn't feel all too safe.
Drumming his fingers absentmindedly on his knife's hilt, the young man looked up at the three moons overhead. They weren't completely full, but their light was strong, and only going to get stronger as time goes on. The Three Moon Bloom, was it? A special state that certain Lunar Blossoms attain, only during a night bathed in three full moons.
Turning his attention to his Herbal Pouch, he decided that he may as well make a simple Mandrake concoction, just to pass some time. He brought out the Mandrake root, stirred the embers of their fire, and was about to get started, when there was another distinct sound present amongst the campers.
Footsteps, and the whisperings of an unknown language? Was this one of those magical incantations that he had heard about? The curse of a demon, lurking under the shadow of the moon?
Was this the origin of everything the trio that he had joined was here for?
Nevertheless, he kicked the embers, feeding the flames more kindling, more firewood, before stepping to his sleeping companions. Leifr was his first priority, the one who was least injured, and who was one of the more capable fighters. By the firelight, he located the snoring bear-man, and kicked him unceremoniously.
Lyrisa, the second, and hopefully someone who may be able to make sense of the whisperings that were drawing ever-closer, was the second, awoken with an urgent, but gentle shake.
And Fiore was the third, with Allereun slapping his face a few times.
The owner of that voice was drawing closer now, and Allereun did not want to waste time explaining what was going on.
Drumming his fingers absentmindedly on his knife's hilt, the young man looked up at the three moons overhead. They weren't completely full, but their light was strong, and only going to get stronger as time goes on. The Three Moon Bloom, was it? A special state that certain Lunar Blossoms attain, only during a night bathed in three full moons.
Turning his attention to his Herbal Pouch, he decided that he may as well make a simple Mandrake concoction, just to pass some time. He brought out the Mandrake root, stirred the embers of their fire, and was about to get started, when there was another distinct sound present amongst the campers.
Footsteps, and the whisperings of an unknown language? Was this one of those magical incantations that he had heard about? The curse of a demon, lurking under the shadow of the moon?
Was this the origin of everything the trio that he had joined was here for?
Nevertheless, he kicked the embers, feeding the flames more kindling, more firewood, before stepping to his sleeping companions. Leifr was his first priority, the one who was least injured, and who was one of the more capable fighters. By the firelight, he located the snoring bear-man, and kicked him unceremoniously.
Lyrisa, the second, and hopefully someone who may be able to make sense of the whisperings that were drawing ever-closer, was the second, awoken with an urgent, but gentle shake.
And Fiore was the third, with Allereun slapping his face a few times.
The owner of that voice was drawing closer now, and Allereun did not want to waste time explaining what was going on.