The morning was kind to them when they awoke. With the first signs of light filtering through the branches, Alexander found himself waking up at early dawn. The sun wasn't too high up, it barely peeked over the horizon, but it was enough to shade their little camp into an uplifting shade of light grey.
Janesca was still asleep, splayed out on the grass like she just overcame a great battle and had to collapse. She still wore her armor, which looked so sturdy and hard that he couldn’t imagine how she was able to sleep in it. Could she really not dress into something more comfortable?
The fire had degraded into dead embers, the white ash matching nicely with the morning mist that coiled around his feet. Janesca's gigantic pack tilted over uncomfortably, looking every bit like it was going to burst any moment. How it hadn’t already done just that was a mystery, but he was more surprised that Janesca was able to carry it all. Didn’t she have a horse?