Dark Blaze

Chapter 4

He took his helmet and threw it in front of her. A winter brume hair and crimson eyes she saw. His left face was covered by scars and his lips were dry as well as his skin. The breeze blew her hair and her dress gently. Her eyes starts to shake while she was glaring at him with awe. The knight covered his face with his hand and strolled backward while moving his head from side to side. Knowing that she could remember the murderer. Suddenly they heard little thumps and giggles behind the bushes. Where the knight put his armor, his pouch, and belt with pockets nigh to bushes.
Little by little the giggles are about to fade away like it's starting to escape. The knight
dashed forward to where the noises come from. He was so fast that Aerline didn't know what just happened.

The knight grabbed something and he lift it with his bare hand. Aerline is surprised that it's just an innocent mischievous goblin trying to steal the Knight's bag. The Knight tightly gripped his hand to the goblin's neck. The goblin's face was turning blue and was trying to escape by using his feet to kick him. The neck fulminates in a few seconds, the crack of a bone and grasp of the goblin she can heed. The Knight's hand is covered with darkling blueish blood coming from the goblin as it bestrew even more as he moves his hand. The knight turned around and he saw Aerline's eyes were full of ingrate and fear. Aerline covered her mouth and fell to the ground, trying herself not to screech from what she saw, reminding herself of the first moment she met the nefarious knight. Ere they slumber, the knight was sleeping covering his face with a cloth while Aerline cleans the ichor everywhere. After that she laves the cloth on the mere beside the spruce tree she used there to clean the blood.

Aerline wonders what the knight looks like while he's sleeping, she wants to see his visage one more. She checked it by raising the cloth a little. Aerline blushes lightsome, he was adorable like he's in his beauty sleep. The knight espy her and quickly grabbed her wrist.
"Sleep," he said with his deep voice behind was ire.
"I apologize" Aerline blushed while she was apologizing to him with no eye contact at him.

Another beamish sun above the highest sky approached and, under where she sleeping was full of lime leaves that rays shine through them. The darkling armory was gone and the campfire was already poured out by the water. Airline cleans her face nigh mere under the spruce tree. She saw a slowly lambent yellow under the lake while she was settling her face in the mere - below the shallow. Aerline immediately put her face out panting and soaking. Tiny water drops were dripping to her bosom and down to the bottom. Aerline stood up and walk forward to where they camp. Aerline saw the knight preparing his armory by putting them on him. Aerline prepared the things that the knight brought throughout his journey to the saddlebag. Aerline was cooking the like horripilation that the knight gave her to cook. As she passed the food to the knight, she gets the sword on the ground. Aerline was difficult to lift to polish. The Knight's glaive weighs like many elephants on top of it like if only she's Hercules, she can clean the sword. So Aerline only swipes the glaive's ricasso to the end without lifting it.
The knight was done eating and started to wear his armor that are not yet on him. He walks forward to Aerline and picked his sword easily like he didn't feel the heaviness of the glaive.

"Let us go," the knight said and Aerline replied saying "Aye. Sir". Both of them ride the steed and start to proceed to head to their destination. As the steed walk past the swamp and caves nigh highest niveous mountains. In the middle of the oak forest, there's a big birch glowy tree and its flowers were extraordinary, the glint of like morning sun and lanterns that are hiked to the branches - after they passed by the incredible tree, the leaves were not leaves all along but butterflies and fireflies bestrew to the breeze. The flowers above the tree of every oak sprout as the butterflies came above to visit. The grass is healthy as well as the place they stride to pass by. Aerline never witnesses a remarkable nature.
Still, on the journey, both of them are stilly on the steed, not a single word they want to share.