Jesse
The fire had long since died, but I was still awake, seated in my wooden chair and watching the embers fade. I hadn't slept in so long. Not since she had arrived. How could I have managed to sleep when things had just finally gotten exciting?
The fire was nearly completely out when the scout approached, his silhouette outlined in the faint orange haze, breath puffing in quick little bursts in the cool night air. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he hovered, fidgeting like a restless pup. It irked me to see him so unsure.
I lowered my gaze and began to sharpen the naked blade across my lap. It seemed to pose a more authoritative picture. My hands were slow from drinking, but I was restless and needed to give them some task to occupy them.
“Well?” I finally asked.
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