Tolanda woke feeling refreshed. That sleep was the best she had in the past week and she looked over sleepily to Iefyr's bed roll to realise it was empty. She looked to the prince's bed roll that was also empty and the fire in the middle had been reduced to smoulders.
“Ievos!” she heard called in the woods, it was Iefyr. She looked seeing him heading back but still calling for the prince. “Ievos!” He called again entering the clearing of their camp. He looked to Tolanda, “he did not return last night,” he said and then they heard footsteps scuffing the dirt nearby and saw him. Iefyr’s expression turned to annoyance rather than concern. “I was calling you!” he said as the prince walked past.
“I heard you,” Ievos replied, his own anger still showing on his brow. “if mother has sent a sear
