And with that, he left them, taking to the air and heading back into the town. The pair of them remained on the hill, idly watching the sunset below the mountains in the horizon that marked the border with the Kingdom of Skryke, the High King’s seat. She watched the landscape and the dancing long grass of the surrounding hills turn a queer shade as the orange light spilled over the land. A bell from within the city sounded out the eighth candle as they sat and ate the sandwiches Amelia had brought with them. It was good to just be able to sit like this, listening to her sister’s latest spiel over her interest of the day and not have to worry about what they were going to do tomorrow. Sure, it was not an easy life, but it was better than what they had before. The money made from the odd jobs Fallow had them do for him and for the shopkeepers he had recommended to them was more than enough to keep them fed.