Chapter 444: The Road to Liceria
The moment we returned from Haven, Bethiv sent word to the various officers of the Last Light Company. Less than an hour later, the camp was a hive of activity, every soldier preparing to march. Tents vanished like trees felled in a hurricane, and before nightfall, all that remained was a vast, empty plain dotted with the scattered ashes of cold campfires.
Now, several hours later, we were traveling at the head of the column of soldiers. The sun was directly in our eyes, casting a low, golden glow across the land. I groaned as Fable trotted over a particularly large boulder, slumping forward and draping myself over my wolf’s shoulder.
"Couldn’t we have waited for tomorrow?" I muttered. "Now that we’re started, I doubt anyone will want to stop to rest tonight."
"Not if we’re really being spied on," Korra answered with a shrug. "But why are you complaining? You don’t even half to walk, just sleep on the way."
I glanced longingly back the way we had come, then sighed and rested my head on Fable’s broad shoulders. He was warm and comforting, but riding him was far from luxurious. Maybe I should have waited until tomorrow to tell them about Kahlen’s claim.
"I’m just glad we’re finally moving," Korra said, stretching with a yawn. "That field was getting real old."
Gayron snorted, standing just on the other side of Korra. "As if I’d believe that. How many times did you ask me to spar with you out there? If it were going to get old, it would have happened sometime last week, after our tenth or twentieth bout."
She blushed slightly and turned away with a sniff. "Whatever."
I covered my mouth with my hand, suppressing a smile, which only earned me a playful glare from Korra. It was nice to see her on the receiving end of some teasing for a change.