NARRATOR'S POV
Another warm breeze passed, sweeping Robbie's hair. Both Robbie and Brennan are now sitting under the shade of an acacia tree on the side of the road, taking a rest before continuing their journey. Looking up in the sky with his azure orbs, Robbie watched as the clouds move along the direction of the wind. The color of pure white, clumping together above creating those seemingly soft objects. The sky no longer resembles his eye color, because it is now tainted with the light shade of yellow- dusk is coming soon and they better get moving.
The road from bell town is a lot longer than expected, but they have to reach the crossroad before nightfall. They only have eight days before Amber turned in a witch, and they already spent two of them traveling. They haven't even reached the crossroad yet.
"We should get going Robbie, we already wasted enough time" Brennan spoke, taking Robbie by surprise- maybe he is bouncing back now.
