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Day soon turned into night as the camp filled by a quarter of the size. News had spread like wild-fire that they were about to head off into the desert and more people found their way to the pilgrimage led by Cyprus. They were going to be gone early in the morning, not waiting any longer as they had a long journey before them.

The camp was lively, people cheerfully enjoying their last night before the sea of sand was all they were going to have for some time. It was all going to be worth it in the end for everyone though as Hatari was the final destination.

Noel and Éowyn had taken refuge with an older man and a laguz woman, with the man seeming friendly enough to even offer them some sweets. Of course, the young father was cautious, but it was a good thing finding some friends among the crowd as the more eyes he had to help with Éowyn the better he felt.

[color=DBE4EB]"Thanks again for the candies,"[/color] Noel said as he playfully tugged at his daughter. [color=DBE4EB]"She was causing a bit of a fuss that she dropped some this morning."[/color][hr][color=583D2C]"The caravans are ready for the morning,"[/color] Yusef said as he returned to the senior leader of the pilgrimage. [color=583D2C]"I'm having Saleh do one final scout, but the roads are clear thus far."[/color]

Cyprus deeply exhaled, taking in the clean, cold, crisp air. His eyes were closed as he focused on his breathing, attempting to relax after every breath. [color=white]"The wind is quiet tonight."[/color]

[color=583D2C]"Clear air means no trouble,"[/color] Yusef said with a smirk. [color=583D2C]"It means as long as we listen we'll hear danger."[/color]

[color=white]"If it was that simple, my friend."[/color] Cyprus nodded. [color=white]"It means we must listen to the sands if the wind doesn't want to speak up."[/color]

[color=583D2C]"The sands can't always be trusted."[/color]

[color=white]"Neither can the wind as someone is always whispering in its' ear."[/color][hr]At the edge of camp stood a hooded man, one that was familiar with the camp, who whispered to the wind. [color=B16125]"The wolves among us will devour the weak, but bring no harm to the young ones."[/color][/color]