Sarah
Arin Cragton
Fields of Taemar

Arin's eyes reflected the flickering fire, but he wasn't paying attention to it. His mind was miles away, locked inside of a vault hidden beneath the galley of a ship. The sun had dipped below the edge of the world, and everything was quiet except for the faint whispers of life that was dying down under the ground. 

Arin watched as a small mouse crawled along the ground, sniffing about for a crumb or bit of food from the camp. They had stopped for the night, after days of riding. It had been nearly a week since they began this journey, and already the young doctor had decided to go her own way. Arin hadn't cared. She had annoyed him with her constant bickering about how he treated his bandages, or how he needed to keep the scab clean. He had thanked the gods when she left at the town they had just left. 

He closed his eyes, intending on getting some sleep.
Heather
Marsila Vema
Taemar

The night time used to be her favourite part of the day as the dark sky gave her a sense of serenity. Unfortunately she no longer felt the calmness of the dark as it left her alone with her thoughts and fears. She had begun making her way back towards the camp after strolling aimlessly through the woods, her eyes having adjusted to the darkness which made it possible to travel without the risk of tripping from an unseen tree root the forest was covered in. Stepping into the campfire's light, her gaze lowered towards Arin who seemed to be falling asleep and felt a pang of jealousy brought on from the insomnia she was suffering through. 

She kept her distance from the lit pit as she lowered herself into a comfortable seating position and began staring into the flickering flames. She had never been a fan of fire, especially after the multiple times she had accidentally burnt herself as a child. If it hadn't been for her healing capabilities, the majority of her body would be covered in thick scar tissue. Pressing her lips into a thinned line, Marsila reached to grasp the amulet around her neck, given to her by her father and tightened her grip around it. For a split second, the gem inside glew dully before returning to it's normal shade, yet not before the pained ache in her chest began to fade. 

"I'll find you soon. I promise."
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar 

Arin couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the lack of noise, or the fact he was in the middle of nowhere with only a strange woman near him. Whatever the case was, he knew he couldn't sleep. He heard Marsila's movements as she sat down, and opened his eyes again. 

"I know we haven't spoken much, and that is partly my fault. But are you all right? I haven't seen you sleep much, and you are always awake before me." He said, turning to face her direction. His eyes weren't used to the darkness, having been facing the light of the fire. 

"Forgive me if I'm intruding." He said softly, leaning against his pack of supplies. Their horses made soft noises as they chewed the weeds nearby, and the sounds of crickets was almost deafening. 

As she responded, Arin leaned back. The stars were bright, almost as bright as the night he had first laid under them. He traced a few constellations he had been taught, and smiled as a comet flew by. 

"Make a wish." He said softly.