Hermi squinted as her gaze traveled across the horizon.
"Alright. Let's see which way it was."
As much as she tried to calm herself, the expanse before her eyes was a shroud of absolute darkness that no amount of squinting could pierce. She could not make out the silhouette of anything more than thirty feet away.
As if the fates wished to make her struggle harder, this tiresome night happened to fall under a waning crescent. The moon above was merely a very thin sliver of silver, not even a thin smile of light in the vast, black sky.
The prospect of reaching the Trade Outpost in one piece began to feel like a monumental challenge, even with the directions Enzo had whispered to her at the stables.
She leaned down and caressed Luca's coarse mane. The horse made a tiny whinny in return, the sound vibrating through her palms.
