Yara yawned as she walked down the stone path, the dragon a few steps behind. They had left the small village once she had been able to walk around the perimeter without feeling dizzy.
They had spent days on the road, yet to come across a village to rest. But things were looking up with the lack of attacks and clear weathers. The warmth of the sun cast a pleasant glow over the fields and streams they passed.
As they reached a small knoll, the faint hum of her communication stone interrupted the quiet, glowing a gentle green within her satchel. She dug it out, and the smooth surface flickered to life, revealing the familiar face of the elf from the resistance.
"Yara! How are you both doing?" came the familiar voice of the resistance elf, his tone warm with genuine concern.
Yara returned the smile, feeling the genuine concern in his tone. "Yes, doing well, actually. We're moving steadily eastward now."
