Freyfie

Darkness encapsulated the night, smothering the air and frightening the sounds of the Hinterlands into complete silence. There was only stillness it seemed, but something had woken her. Some sound or movement had broken her restless repose and she lay there now, waiting for whatever had come in to their camp to again make signs of its presence. In her peripheral she saw it, a black shape skirted the camp. Turning her head slowly, Eleia watched it pass by the bed rolls where her companions should be sleeping. But there was no one. The figure moved swiftly and gracefully, as though it glided, skirting on a wind she couldn’t even feel, th