Campfire Reprieve
As the morning rose with the shine of the high-placed gem shone down through the trees, the young Dragonheart found himself yawning, already long awake. Though there wasn't much joy in his tired eyes as he sat there on a fallen tree log in front of the stoked flames.
It was his guard duty this time, however, he was given a much unexpected schedule–that is, he ended up staying there through most of the night.
The bear-like snores of Everett filled the camp grounds as the shielder was sprawled out on his back, resting on a pile of leaves.
Seriously…I should've kicked him hours ago, he thought.
There was only one reason he was sitting there, not asleep through dawn as he should be: Everett never woke up for his shift on watch.
A yawn left his lips as he looked up towards the upside down portion of the forest, finding the scenery to hardly become any less disorientating even after nearly an entire week.