Dark Blaze

Chapter 30

Six survivors, one each steed are riding by two survivors, cut into two from six. Aerline, Jhàrold, Kristinov, and the brothers are walking beside the survivors. On the land they stroll is a hill, they will get on ahead back to Connart for the survivor's safety. Aerline was struggling to walk because of the grass poking her torso, the Knights occur not bother the brothers as well - they prevail taller than her as well they have protection on them while she is not. "Do you need a carry?" Jhàrold said with a grin. Aerline shook her head, hiding her lips and pushing the pointy grass above aside from jabbing her. The cold breeze pushes their body forth, the hair forced aside and trudging to their visage. Above ether change, its color to sunset or gloaming sky takes over the blue. Dim stars seeming above, clouds evanescent like the sun and moon occured with its lucent luna.

Silent, only silent strolling to the woodland and Kristinov takes branches and sticks to make fire. "We will stay here for the night" The Knight said, the survivors are still scared to move towards him to thank him but they already did to the brothers and Jhàrold and Aerline except for Kristinov. As Kristinov takes his helmet off after putting the sticks above the soil, the survivor's expression is awe. The mage puts a fire with his magic and his brother was helping the survivors to get down on their steed. Aerline bestowed apples and bread to each survivor that is concealed from her pouch. "You can heal your own, right?" Jhàrold ask Kristinov as he saw the bruises above the knuckles after taking his gauntlets off that occurred ere the battle of the great wolf from Connart. "No" He replied emotionlessly with his eyes that is not yet drowsy.

"You can cast, why not heal?" Jhàrold asked again with more concern in his words and a gaze that is covered with curiosity. "I do not know" He replied while his head headed above his sabaton. "Strange" Jhàrold replied with a smile and stride to the steeds to feed them. The brothers are with the survivors, lending them warm cloth and blankets with their magic of heat to settle inside what they provided to the survivors. All of them said the same thing to the brothers "I thank thee". Aerline already fed the steeds, Jhàrold standing beside her, and then he poke her with his fingers to her above-left shoulder. "You alright?" Jhàrold asked while gazing at her complexion viewpoint, the darkling hair that lays above her ears and all of her hair are on her right shoulder - little strands that are left on her behind the neck. She turned her head to gaze at him, her eyes peered into his eyes lightly with a smile saying "Yes, yes, I am truly glad we have saved some survivors, why do not we let them stay on their home, going back in Connart will be a waste of time" She said with an aquiver tone while stroking her fingers with her fingers that are cold slightly if to be touched.

"I do not know, I can ask Kristinov, if that is your problem" Jhàrold said while thumbing up pointing to Kristinov. Jhàrold shoves his body aside to get on to Kristinov but Aerline clenches his gauntlet with her one arm to stop Jhàrold from asking - she was scared of what he will reply to him and her. He moves his iris to her lips and her emerald gaze slowly with a grin and understanding. Aerline shook her head sans confessing something to him but he will comprehend that she does not yearn to plead this is a waste of moment. The survivors looked delightful as they consume and talk one another with glee. Four-man and two women sit around the circle beside the brothers and Kristinov while Aerline and Jhàrold breathe behind. The horses shoving their hoof bent their hock from standing, and move their manes side to side through the night breeze. Many stars occur above the dusk firmament, they can trace many twinkling and watch them afar from its pulchritude. 

Kristinov will guard them as well Jhàrold, the brothers will sleep with the survivors but not nigh. Aerline lave the clothes of her friends at mere, seeing her reflection and the lucent luna from above. She hear a rustle behind her but she still proceed with what she was doing. She heard footsteps behind her, she move her eyes to the side but not twirled her head to check the noise behind. She can behold their camp afar, the smoke from the soft blaze and spark beside the tallest murky trees above she can catch sight of the leaves highest not below. The motions as she lave, hitting her skin, and plash of little water strike her. "Hey" she heard Kristinov's voice behind her suddenly. She was shocked by his deep voice, she dropped the clothes frightened and after that, she looked behind with panting within her breathing. "Hey" She replied with a frightened on her smile - she fluttered sans realizing she left the vestures floating above mere.