LERRIN
Breath shallow and mouth dry, Lerrin waited next to the fire like a hunted animal, every hair, every sense, tuned to finding her. When she finally materialized, it was only at the edge of where the fire's light flickered over the grasses. He caught movement first and snapped his head around when a shadow flickered in his peripheral vision. And she was there, standing in the grasses, staring at him.
Her eyes reflected the fire's warm light, giving them a wild edge. But her hair was down and her body… she'd changed clothes. She was in one of the long, thin tunics she had worn to bed when they lived in the tent at the encampment. In the moonlight and the soft breeze, it fluttered around her like the finest silk. But sleeveless and only a single layer intended for comfort, not protection, there could be no real warmth from it, it was far to thin.
