Silvara walked uphill along a narrowing footpath. The trees on either side grew denser, their green canopy filtering the late afternoon sun into soft shafts of light. Lucas followed behind her, feeling his leg muscles work a little as the ground sloped upward.
"Is this a forest?" Lucas asked, glancing around.
"Just a small one on the edge of the territory," Silvara replied without looking back. Her steps were light, as if the incline meant nothing to her.
"So where are we actually going?"
Silvara paused and glanced over her shoulder. "A bit higher. The view's nice up there." She then turned away, muttering something so quietly it was almost swallowed by the whispering wind. "And it's quiet…"
"What?" Lucas frowned, missing the last part.
"Come on. Hurry up," Silvara snapped, quickening her pace so he wouldn't have a chance to ask again.
