Chapter 32: Camp
The brutal fight happening before Cynthia is gone as the party is seen making camp next to a small lake. Nightfall is close to hitting as everyone finishes setting up.
(Artemis's View. Present time.)
I'm happy we found a nice spot to settle down for a bit before we reach the town of Bristiel. It's been a long trip since we first left so I can't say I'm not tired— I'm just surprised to be traveling with people like this.
That's something that I think about every day, but it's not a bad thing to think about.
Shimada sits down by the newly lit fire. "Not much further." He says while his gaze locks onto the fire.
He's right, according the map at least. We've been traveling for almost a week or so now and it's definitely quite a bit of walking. In the future we should invest in some horses or a carriage or something.
It would probably cut down our travel time by a couple days instead of it taking as long as it did.
Tap. Tap.
Artemis turned at the gentle taps on his shoulder, the last bit of sunlight casting a soft halo around the figure behind him. His gaze met Amelia's, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.
"Oh, hey Amelia," he said, a slight smile curling on his lips, his tone warm, surprised. "Didn't hear you coming."
Amelia hesitated, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as her cheeks slowly flushed pink. "Um... hey," she said softly, her eyes not quite meeting his. "Do you... maybe want to sit together for a bit? Talk?"