Anarya looked at the mortal. She tossed and turned in her sleep, restless and uneasy. She suddenly sat up and screamed, sending a shiver down her spine. Taralphiel sat, sweating and shaking.
"Are you alright?" Anarya asked looking at the mortal curiously.
"Yes," Taralphiel panted, "I'm fine,"
Anarya looked over at the snake skin pile nearby the fire. Rudhchamion must have finished them in the night. Khelek sat next to Rudhchamion.
"Well," Anarya started, breaking the silence, "Where are we off to now? In what direction I mean, I know our destination."
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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