Calanon gave her a nod of thanks, before he called for Brogach to canter over. The Elk approached, and then sat its haunches down upon the ground, before curling up entirely. The Elk looked fairly tired, in all honesty. After all, it had run for most of the day. Calanon stroked his friend's mane, and then plopped down beside him. The Elf lay his torso and head atop Brogach's stomach, and he fell asleep, rising and falling with his mount's breathing. 

Calanon slept easily. He wasn't unintelligent, nor was he unplagued by doubt or remorse. But even with his curse, his spirit was true. The Elf had done his best in his life, and he appreciated the simple things like sleep. He had nothing to worry on most of the time. The curse had taken days to get used to, and even such a thing couldn't keep him from finding his rest. 

Calanon stirred just before Rayadell reached him, though he knew it was no danger and only roused when she placed a hand on him. "Ah, morning," he breathed, opening his eyes and sitting up. He stretched, his already slim waist growing slimmer as his chest broadened from his yawn. "Thank you," he grunted, and hopped up to his feet with all the energy in the world. "Shall we eat some breakfast and head on our way? We're to go pass the mountains by noon, I think."
[@Siaya Dragalorn]