They traveled the whole day after that. Buckmount had incredible stamina and even seemed restless to keep going when they stopped.
Lucen lay on the grass some distance from the camp, watching the stars pass over them. This world was strange but beautiful sometimes.
The dull body of the Halo was silvery at night, and a sprawling constellation of stars spread over the dark sky.
Lucen rested against the soft grass, the chilly wind of the night ruffled his hair and made him shiver. His comfortable linen clothes were a bit light for this.
Voices cut through the silence—the Squires excitedly recounting the first day of their journey, doing their best to ignore the fact that they had to fight a Fiend already.
Lucen felt terribly tired, and it was made worse by the fact he had a night shift for watch today.
The events of the day left him tired to his bones. The Red Snappers, Kibara and Aya, and his strange dreams.
He was feeling lost again, like things were about to go horribly wrong.
