The Alluring Strangers

Afena came back to their camp from the river, freshly washed but clothed. Her hair was still wet, and she started the fire to sit close to it and let its warmth dry her white locks.

Without saying a word, Rudsis got on his feet to head to the river in turn. Very few words were exchanged between the two of them, and Afena didn't mind it. She could see that it made him uncomfortable, however, being no doubt used to having more than only one person around him, and being able to have a choice of who to speak with if conversation wasn't flowing with someone in particular. Afena, on the other hand, had been living by herself for the better part of of two hundred years. Silence, and her own thoughts, had come to be comforting.

"Not to mention I don't find him to be good company," she thought. "At least not company I care to keep."