The sun beamed bright as it creeped its way across the horizon. Light seized hold of the day as the morning has fully arrived. The red and purple taint of the previous night of burning turned into a peaceful mix of blue skies and white clouds.
Amy snuck a glance at Henri. He was busy with attending to the guards who were wounded from battle. Or at least he seemed to be. He was avoiding looking at her since she had stepped away from him earlier. Each time that she caught his gaze, he'd quickly avert his eyes and work on fixing a bandage as if it was the most interesting thing to do in the world. She sighed.
They were still at Robinsdale's flea market. Or at least, what was left of it after the Princess and her horde had taken their toll. Burned bits of inhuman bodies were scattered acros
