Chapter 32: Pride

When Eris found the strength to part from Marion, it was many hours later. The sun had come up, the camp had come alive. He dressed and pulled his unruly raven locks into a braid that he wounded into a bun, securing it in place by means of the bronze pin. As simple as it was, he was not willing to be without it. It was a gift from Marion and that made it priceless.

He drew the crimson robe around himself, straightening out the sleeves, before stepping out into the camp. By right, it was his retinue, and thus the camp was also his. The thought was strange to him as he stretched. The sun hurt his eyes for a moment before he adjusted to the brightness. It was sunny still, despite the haze of gray that smeared the sky. It had been a sulfur kind of yellow when the sun had set the night before, though he’d been unsure why that was. Demons, he supposed, were not very subtle about announcing themselves and staking a claim on what they believed was theirs.