Ford cringed back against the cliffside. Every time he let his gaze drift upward, he was overwhelmed with the vastness of the sky above and the land below. To see so much of both of them at one time left him feeling smaller and more vulnerable than ever before.
His watch was the last one of the night, so he hunched, wrapped in his blankets, waiting for the coming dawn to warm the land. It would come from behind him, so he just marked time until the sky would begin to lighten slowly.
The sooner they got moving, the better.
Daniel mumbled in his sleep nearby, and Ford glanced at the boy, envying him for a moment. His father was a magic user, and his mother was strong willed but kind. What might it be like to have been raised like that?
On a whim, he reached into his bag and pulled out his mother's simple wooden ring. A promise left by his father to come back and marry her. A promise that wasn't kept.
