Clean Open

Besides the rare utterings from Hagthoria as she bad mouthed Ally in her sleep, no other noise except soft snores and crackling embers filled the small camp. All of them were exhausted, but relieved, the battle had ended.

The sun rose quickly, shining off the cool dew that blanketed the leaves and clung to their cloths by the fire.

Vermanious was already awake, still in the form of a horse, munching on the sweet wet grass while Nikolas woke.

Getting up, he walked over to where the old man was.

“Goodmorn” he said stretching, looking through the trees at the sun peeking through.

“Yes, it be right nice, though the cool nights will be getting longer soon.” Vermanious responded between chewing the vegitation.

Nikolas just looked at him and laughed softly, as he patted his neck.

“Never is it easy to be seeing ye like this and watchin ye speak old man.” Nikolas said nervously.

The horse bobbed its head, “Trust, tis even funnier when the old witch and I be getting to the pub, I dare s