The following day started with a rush of activities. Bags were stuffed with supplies, hung over our shoulders. And when we were finally ready Garnet and her father, Adrian, stood waving against our backs.
Our route was readily and clearly marked on the map. Again I had tried to shake Celeste from my trail and take the route myself. But she had made good reasons.
'I know the smith~' - 'I'll know the way' - 'I can help with any encounters'
I had no counters to her arguments.
And so we were off. Our boots roughly breaking the snow, allowing us further into the wilderness.
Minutes passed by in silence. Then hours broken by brief bouts of combat, neither of us were particularly threatened by the wildlife as of late.
I had my rifle - stocked with bullets once again - and she had her staff. A queer thing whose sole purpose was to sling explosive flames which exploded on contact.
