I awoke to the sounds of the camp stirring around me and voices mingling with the crackle of the fire. Stretching out, I took a moment to shake off the remnants of sleep, feeling the anticipation of the day ahead settle in.
As I got up, I noticed my family was already moving about. Steph was rummaging through her pack, pulling out some supplies. Madeline was busy checking her daggers, ensuring they were securely fastened at her waist. My father, Alexander, was already on his feet, discussing the day's plans with one of the priests.
I joined them as they gathered around the fire, where the smell of brewing coffee spread from. I couldn't resist the urge to pour myself a cup, the warmth bringing a sense of comfort. The simple act of sharing a cup amidst our preparations felt grounding. I passed a cup to Madeline and then to Steph before pouring one for my father.
Madeline then spoke taking a sip.
"Thanks Kayde, I think I'll need this before we face the day."
