For a stronghold at war, the mornings in the Keep were oddly quiet.
Neveah awakened to Xenon's arms wrapped securely around her. His warmth warded off the cold draft.
With Jian gone, the first level was even more chilly than usual.
She sat up, slowly creeping out of Xenon's arms, stirring a wisp of her magic to mask her movement.
Xenon led the last flight patrol and had only returned a short while after dawn. He needed his rest.
Her footsteps were muffled as she headed to the washroom. When she emerged, she had changed into a simple dress, with a thick fur coat strapped over her shoulders.
She glanced at a sound asleep Xenon. He hardly ever slept these days and so she was relieved to see him finally give in to his exhaustion.
She smiled slightly before she headed out of their quarters.
The days had passed by in a flash. The first squadron had arrived at Ebonhollow and made camp. Last Neveah heard, the forlorn army maintained its route, steadily marching for Ebonhollow.
