Chapter 132: Lead the way!
As they traveled, Irwin saw birds, small rodents, and far too many insects but no sign of Imps.
When the first day traveling through the forest finally passed into evening, they found refuge below a toppled tree. Old, moldy, and smelly, at least they were out of view. The occasional comparatively cool breeze blew around them.
Lying on his back against the side, eyes on the entrance, Irwin wondered if he could even sleep.
"Irwin, can you call up some steam?" Ignalia whispered.
Irwin looked up to see her huddled to the side with the other two. Although it was far from cold, easily being as warm as he recalled the summers back home were, the Ignitzions actually shivered.
"It might not be safe… it would draw attention," he replied with a sad smile.
Ignalia blinked, then grimaced.
"Needing someone of your age to remind me of that… I'm losing my touch," she reproached herself.
Ambraz snorted, the first sound he'd made in a while. "As if you're that old!"
Ignalia ignored the Anvil, sharing a look of weary resolve with the other Ignitzions.
Reminds me of being in Degonda at Trimdir's walking through the snow, he thought as he pictured the snow. With all his new cards, he was pretty sure he would be able to handle that much better now.
As he lay there, he heard them begin to whisper amongst each other, so soft that he couldn't catch even a single word. That was until one of them hissed a name.