The lateness of the morning surprises Asher, so he leaves their clearing to creep to the edge of the timber where he can see the village. There's no one nearby, and no one along the road.
"When will your friend arrive?"
Asher jumps half a foot in the air. May has crept right behind him to look over his shoulder.
"How do you do that?" Asher whispers angrily. She looks surprised at his surprise.
"Do what?"
"Never mind." He turns around, and something catches his eye. A bobbing shadow is coming over the crest of a hill, and after a few second he realizes it's a horse. "Go back a ways and hide," he whispers, and May pulls back into the shadows. He squints at the horse as it crests the hill, and his muscles tense when he sees a rider on its back. Were they already looking for him and May out here?
Then the sun catches the riders face, though, reveals the rider as Taylen, searching along the line of trees and nervously working the reins between his hands. Asher relaxes. He waits until Taylen has drawn close, then stands up and waves.
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