Iccari opened his eyes to see the sky above him framed by towering trees. It was late fall now, and the young elftail knew well that the first snow was not far off. Already the cold winds from the north had begun to pick up, and many of the trees had already shed their leaves. They did not turn bright colors of yellow, orange, and red in the Northlands. Instead they merely faded to brown, shriveled up, and dropped off. Perhaps that is why he liked the evergreen trees the best, the ones that would keep their leaves all winter and didn't look like they were dying miserable deaths each year.
Iccari sat up and stretched, holding his arms straigh
Naomi rolled over and slowly opened her eyes to a squint. It was morning already. Groaning, she sat up and brushed herself off. It was hard for her to believe that just a few years ago the mere thought of sleeping in the dirt like this would have made her scream, and yet now she did it without a second thought. Of course, she still preferred a nice, warm bed in a cozy room with four walls and a fire nearby.
She rolled her blanket up and began digging around her things for a comb. As she began to pull the tangles out of her bed head, she noticed that Iccari was not nearby. She called for him, but her voice was still hoarse from having woken u