Violet
I sat on one of the flat rocks near the stream and scooped water into my mouth. The burning in my lungs had gone, and arms and legs had stopped shaking. I wiped my lips and turned at the sounds behind me. He was already moving, efficiently unpacking supplies, and already setting up what looked like the framework for the tent.
I took a moment to fully take in the clearing. It was beautiful. The ground was covered in thick moss, soft and springy beneath my feet. In the center of the large clearing was a barren patch of land ringed by smooth stones as if someone had deliberately arranged it there.
'A fire pit?'
