By the time they stopped to rest, they had encountered another creature, and the pack had become noticeably heavier.
Frost lowered it beside a tree and sat down with a relieved groan, taking a drink while the others settled nearby.
The simple pleasure of having nothing on his back was enough to make him forget what he had been waiting for.
Nick sat beside him and held out his hand.
"Watch," he said, and a shimmering triagram appeared before his palm. A thin stream of water flowed from it, spilling onto the ground between the roots.
This time, Frost had nothing else to distract him. He leaned forward, studying the lines within the shimmering shape, trying to follow where each one began and how it connected to the others.
He had thought getting a longer look would make things easier, but after a few moments, he realised he was still losing track whenever his eyes moved from one section to another.
