Soundly slept she, wrapped in the arms of Drys. She fell resting to the soft music of the wind playing in the leaves above, and to the great rolling presence beneath the earth of the earth-dragon Delath, the wyrm of soil and rock whom had been gifted to her by her goddess.

Some time in the night the creeping hunter Veridian returned from where he had gone, unnoticed, by the two bipedals, complete with hare between his teeth. He settled by the hooves of his sleeping beloved, and began to gorge on the meat he had caught. Golden eyes glinted in the firelight, catching those of the awake Breaker and he paused for a moment before raising his muzzle and giving the warrior a bloody, toothy grin.

Then he went back to his bone-snapping and devouring of the large rodent creature. Blood was splattered across the grasses, and if someone had been looking carefully they would have seen the blood slowly draining into the dirt, and in its place a small green blade shoot out and take over the place. Just a single piece of grass, but it was enough to toll a warning. A warning that despite the death of the Forgotten One here that spirits still flew and dark things still occurred, that poisons still were rife and evil still stirred in certain hearts. Beasts still roamed and death still reigned.

The morning slowly came and with that the fox, who had curled up with Philomel under the cloak, and the faun herself began to arise. She blinked in the light and looked over to the other two-legged. A soft smile came to her lips and she felt the same feeling that she had before - a tenderness and a flattery. Her hand ran over the fabric of her cloak, that which he had made as the sun's rays lit up their little camp, and life was coming back.

There was a lyre to get, but for the first time in this adventure she felt positive that it was possible, and maybe ... maybe ... she would enjoy it.

Carefully she got up, letting the cloak fall around her. As she did Veridian got up himself and smiled up at her and she leant to brush his fluff. He chattered to her as she yawned, forced herself with energy and began to roll up her bed. It was time to start, it was time to do things, and this was merely the beginning.