CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
TWO MONTHS LATER
Sighing tiredly, Faelyn swipes the back of her arm against the sweat on her brow, as she glares against the sun. "Why must you be so hot?" She mutters to herself.
It is a particularly hot day. The sun is bright and shining down on them all, and the few times they are lucky enough to feel a breeze, it is still warm, not soothing at all.
"It's not that bad, I think you're both already used to living near the ocean," Imogen replies, adjusting the herb basket on her hip. The young half-fae's rare silver-streaked hair catches the sunlight, marking her mixed heritage as clearly as Faelyn's own.
"Look, I already got my basket filled with herbs, we should leave before you faint from heat exhaustion again. You know your body struggles more than ours since…"
