Unlike the refreshing spring rain that came in yesterday, this afternoon sun gave everyone an itch, making them rest under the shade and avoiding the sun as much as they could.
Groups of 3 to 5 elders could be seen chatting around the village under the larger trees. Under one such tree sat Bretta, the wife of the unspoken leader of the warriors and a distinguished teacher herself.
If Ryne and Daney had a 'low' or no magic affinity, she would've taught them as well. It wouldn't have affected Ryne much but it was one of Daney's greatest silver lining as a mage to have avoided his mother's stern teachings.
Although she didn't punish him nearly as much like his father, the 'strict' vibe that she gave off always managed to shut Daney's antics down.
Daney sat in front of her, keeping his head down and gobbling down the beast meat she had cooked for him, her gaze looking over the horizon, dazed.
