Annie's Song

Twilight could get used to this kind of quiet. Nothing but the gentle rustle of trees in the wind, critters skittering in the underbrush, the rocky nature of the trail crunching under their feet with not a monster in sight. Granted, Rusl warned him about a camp just outside the tree-line, but the group already decided that was a tomorrow problem. For now, all they had to do was find somewhere nice to rest.
...Since apparently the inn wasn't an option.
(Twilight finds out that Wild's never sang around a fire and decides that cannot stand.)