The caravan had been making headway and pushing hard for time. Full days of travel were common to them and Elann thought it was normal, since they had done so since the beginning, but as the wagonmaster drew closer to Zeltiva, there were going to be days where they could break for lunch at beautiful meadows of flowers next to the river and actually enjoy a few days off from traveling here and there. The miserable traveling speed in which they held was designed to push them quickly through the cold, inhospitable, and dangerous places rapidly, so that they could enjoy the rest of the trip. 

Aimee disappeared from the back of the wagon and Elann remained, watching out the back. As the call came to pull over, the river was very close, if not on the edge of camp. She could hear the subtle waters flowing in the short distance and it didn't sound too fast. That night, the wagonmaster was going to announce that they would remain there until the day after next, much to everyone's relief. Traveling by boat, it was akin to pulling into a harbor along your journey for resupply. The men would go off and hunt to dry meat for the journey ahead and people could enjoy themselves.

As it was, the dreary day was ending for the two of them who remained in the wagon and as he hugged her upon waking, she bent down in her flexibility and placed a kiss on the back of his head. Her hands then ran through his hair as she nudged him from her to wake up.

"Up up, sleepy. I want a kiss. You can sleep later. We've stopped."

She twirled his hair in her fingers, wondering if he would get up. She hadn't invoked her command to him, but it was a want of hers to kiss his sleepy lips. She loved when he first woke up and how his lips felt all warm and squishy.

"Your sister went out hunting," she commented.