Prepping

As the daylight slowly sunk itself beneath the far-off mountains on the distant horizon, I prepped myself for the undoubtedly long night ahead of me. In my warmest coat, in my thickest jeans… tying tight the laces of my old, worn hiking shoes.

"Remind me again," uttered again the frowning lips of a face scrunched tight in utter confusion. Why can't - what's-her-name - Sarah, wake your phoenix friend up by herself? Why does she need you?" 

"Sera, not Sarah, say it with a hard 'e'," I corrected, immediately moving on to my right shoe just as I was done with the left, continuing on as I did. "And she needs me because she's only the channeler. Someone else has to actually go and do the grunt work of waking her up."

Those lips continued to remain in a frown. "And so why does that someone have to be you?"