Stepping into the tent and letting the flap shut behind him, he glanced at the last sliver of light as the skin pushed it away. I would have been better if it were a tone falling into place. The walls felt thin to the point of being nonexistent. He felt exposed in the sun and wind, with Azeyma watching him. The sun glared through the tent, waiting for him to show some sign of remorse.
He turned his gaze to the shaman's back. She seemed almost thinner than the cloth walls. "You know if I had good news someone would've told you by now. There isn't so much as a footprint. We aren't going out again tonight. We are resting so that we're all ready to leave in the morning."
He turned his gaze to the shaman's back. She seemed almost thinner than the cloth walls. "You know if I had good news someone would've told you by now. There isn't so much as a footprint. We aren't going out again tonight. We are resting so that we're all ready to leave in the morning."
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