I woke in the morning on that bunk feeling ridiculously refreshed. Mjolner even seemed in brighter spirits, stretching and yawning before curling up again on the bit of pillow where my head had just been.
Then I stepped out of the wagon and felt a twinge of guilt. Nilda and Kara were both awake, sitting together by the fire. I could smell the coffee from where I was and wondered where they had gotten it. We hadn"t brought any with us. The closest to bickering any of us had done on our long hike had been focused around just whose oversight that was.
"Good morning, dear," Hulda said as she emerged from her tent. Not only was she already dressed, her hair was arranged in a braided crown, two pins like gold circles holding the braids in place behind her ears. A very elaborate hairdo. Just ho
