correct. Fortunately, it wouldn't be long until they knew for sure.
"I hope."
Daen lay back on his blanket. He would have preferred she tried to sleep, but he could tell she wasn't going to. He closed his eyes, intent on just resting them, not expecting to drift off.
Rhea sat quietly, taking in the view of the quaint farm. The field in which they rested was small compared to fields she'd seen at home. As she stood guard, she listened to the sounds around her, remembering the few camping trips she'd made with her parents as a child. She'd been so nervous sleeping under the stars, wondering what might sneak up on her in the dark.
After a while, she stood, stretching her achy muscles. Bored, with nothing to do, she peaked around the haystack that hid them from the farmhouse and wondered what their lives were like.
As she watched and imagined different life scenarios, she heard a door swing open and then shut. Although the light of the day was barely upon them, there was enough for her to discern two men walking to the barn. Father and son, she thought to herself.
Rhea glanced around, trying to determine if there was a reason the farmer and son team would venture in their direction. That's when she noticed that only half of the field's dry hay had been stacked.
Rhea placed her hand on Daen's shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry to wake you, but I think we're going to have company."
Daen shot up from where he lay—alert, checking his surroundings. "What is it?"
Rhea pointed towards the barn. "Father and son farmers are up and about. From the looks of things, I'd say they're getting ready to head in this direction."
Daen assessed the condition of the field and nodded. "Wake Sleeping Beauty." He picked up his blanket and rolled it while keeping watch for the farmers.
Rhea shook Randell's shoulder. "Randell? Randell!"
Randell jerked awake, sputtering. "What? Oh. Daen, why didn't you wake me? It's already morning."
"You've only been asleep a few hours," said Daen. "Get up, we have to go."
Randell stood and started to roll up his blanket. "What's happened?"
"The farmer is up and about," said Rhea.
"Ah. What's the plan?"
Daen pointed away from the farmhouse. "I believe there's a town north of here called Brauns, assuming I know where we are." He glanced at Rhea's apparel. "We can get you some clothes there."
Randell raised a brow. "Assuming you know where you are?"
Daen hung his bag from his shoulder and watched Rhea do the same. "It's been a while since I've been in this area, but I'm fairly confident I know where we are."
Rhea stepped in the direction Daen had indicated. "Let's get going then."
"Hold up, Rhea." Daen scanned her attire from head to foot. "We'll be walking for a while and your clothes are likely to draw attention from anyone we pass. Can you," he waved his hand, "hide yourself until then?"
Rhea knew what Daen was asking. Her ability to hide under a veil of energy made her appear to be invisible, a skill that had been instrumental in capturing the two trackers: Bestian and Gauvin. Something they felt they had to do to ensure the two men were returned to Luxatra and no longer threaten those she loved.
"I suppose so. I don't know what it'll be like holding the veil for any real length of time." Reality seemed to rush over her. Could she do this? Everything had happen so fast, and now she was in a new world, one she'd often thought was just her imagination. Now she was being asked to make herself invisible with magic she only just learned she could do.
Daen saw Rhea hesitate. He understood that it took effort to control one's gift. "I had hoped we would have come through the veil closer to town. If you get tired, let me know, and I'll find a place to hide until you can continue." He started to walk north towards Brauns. "And don't forget to eat. You're going to be hungry from keeping up the veil."
Rhea took a deep breath and started walking. "Right. Gotcha." She reached into the bag that hung over her
"I hope."
Daen lay back on his blanket. He would have preferred she tried to sleep, but he could tell she wasn't going to. He closed his eyes, intent on just resting them, not expecting to drift off.
Rhea sat quietly, taking in the view of the quaint farm. The field in which they rested was small compared to fields she'd seen at home. As she stood guard, she listened to the sounds around her, remembering the few camping trips she'd made with her parents as a child. She'd been so nervous sleeping under the stars, wondering what might sneak up on her in the dark.
After a while, she stood, stretching her achy muscles. Bored, with nothing to do, she peaked around the haystack that hid them from the farmhouse and wondered what their lives were like.
As she watched and imagined different life scenarios, she heard a door swing open and then shut. Although the light of the day was barely upon them, there was enough for her to discern two men walking to the barn. Father and son, she thought to herself.
Rhea glanced around, trying to determine if there was a reason the farmer and son team would venture in their direction. That's when she noticed that only half of the field's dry hay had been stacked.
Rhea placed her hand on Daen's shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry to wake you, but I think we're going to have company."
Daen shot up from where he lay—alert, checking his surroundings. "What is it?"
Rhea pointed towards the barn. "Father and son farmers are up and about. From the looks of things, I'd say they're getting ready to head in this direction."
Daen assessed the condition of the field and nodded. "Wake Sleeping Beauty." He picked up his blanket and rolled it while keeping watch for the farmers.
Rhea shook Randell's shoulder. "Randell? Randell!"
Randell jerked awake, sputtering. "What? Oh. Daen, why didn't you wake me? It's already morning."
"You've only been asleep a few hours," said Daen. "Get up, we have to go."
Randell stood and started to roll up his blanket. "What's happened?"
"The farmer is up and about," said Rhea.
"Ah. What's the plan?"
Daen pointed away from the farmhouse. "I believe there's a town north of here called Brauns, assuming I know where we are." He glanced at Rhea's apparel. "We can get you some clothes there."
Randell raised a brow. "Assuming you know where you are?"
Daen hung his bag from his shoulder and watched Rhea do the same. "It's been a while since I've been in this area, but I'm fairly confident I know where we are."
Rhea stepped in the direction Daen had indicated. "Let's get going then."
"Hold up, Rhea." Daen scanned her attire from head to foot. "We'll be walking for a while and your clothes are likely to draw attention from anyone we pass. Can you," he waved his hand, "hide yourself until then?"
Rhea knew what Daen was asking. Her ability to hide under a veil of energy made her appear to be invisible, a skill that had been instrumental in capturing the two trackers: Bestian and Gauvin. Something they felt they had to do to ensure the two men were returned to Luxatra and no longer threaten those she loved.
"I suppose so. I don't know what it'll be like holding the veil for any real length of time." Reality seemed to rush over her. Could she do this? Everything had happen so fast, and now she was in a new world, one she'd often thought was just her imagination. Now she was being asked to make herself invisible with magic she only just learned she could do.
Daen saw Rhea hesitate. He understood that it took effort to control one's gift. "I had hoped we would have come through the veil closer to town. If you get tired, let me know, and I'll find a place to hide until you can continue." He started to walk north towards Brauns. "And don't forget to eat. You're going to be hungry from keeping up the veil."
Rhea took a deep breath and started walking. "Right. Gotcha." She reached into the bag that hung over her
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