The Tasty Map

Darrach nibbled at the corner of the page of the atlas she was reading.

She reached down with a sigh and idly pet his little horn nubs. "Is paper really that tasty...?"

He looked at her with a very serious, solemn look. "Meh-eh."

"Uh huh. Is that so?" Her fingers ran gently over his body, stroking him, and the little kid let his head droop a bit and closed his eyes with a happy sound as she did.

It was a very sweet thing to see.

A nice, quiet moment.

She hadn't been alone in...

It felt like she hadn't been alone for any significant amount of time since the Direwolf attack.

And she hadn't had the chance to look at and try to memorize or copy any maps of Sidera - for the purposes of planning her escape - since before that.