I sighed in relief when the sand notably hardened into a more compact dirt beneath our steps. Rowan pulled his finger from my grasp to stand before me and excitedly - carefully - cup my face in his hands.
“We did it!" he mutedly yelled. “We made it!"
I smiled widely. His excitement was contagious, but I still didn't feel like talking.
He held his hand out to allow me to reclaim my hold. I grabbed his finger and he continued the journey, leading us to a sudden forest that was thick with tall trees. He didn't follow an obvious path, but we eventually approached towering town gates made of the wide tree trunks of the exact colossal trees which grew around it.
“I love this town," said Rowan, staring in awe at the walls of Wrench. “It was in the Night around here that I found the bus. All
