The daylight faded into soft dusk over the sea as Ender rode with the group toward twinkling lights in the distance. They were nearing the fishing town of Skars, and after the day's events, Ender was anxious to be off his horse and in the warmth of the town's inn. He had frequented the establishment while traveling before and remembered that the ale was quite good.
Caroline had ridden beside him for the remainder of the journey, humming softly to herself while regaining her strength. After a few hours, she did not appear entirely as exhausted as she had when they first left the beach. Still, her crystalline blue eyes reflected the fatigue that could not be completely cured without solid sleep. He noticed too, that the witch hadn't stopped smiling to herself either. The vampire was almost sure that his advanced sight had allowed him to memorize every inch of her beautiful face.
