The elven prince brought the horse to a stop near the banks of a shallow, clear river. He hopped off the steed and helped Melissa off. "We can rest for a bit here, refresh ourselves for the journey ahead." the prince said to the redhead, "I do not want to exhaust you."
Melissa sighed in relief and stretched her arms; the journey so far had been anything but kind. She walked to the riverbank, pulled down the hood of her cloak, and soaked in the warm rays of the morning sun. They had ridden for hours through the night, and Melissa was exhausted; she desperately needed a bath and some sleep.
"Are you hungry?" The man spoke as he slipped off his boots and folded up the legs of his trousers, "I could catch us some fish if you like."
