Chapter 8

The fat silver moon rose shining in the dark sky. It shone on Cascade, making her hair glisten. She was sleepy so peacefully, so deeply, that not even the screeching of the crows woke her. She slept contently, tired from the day's events. Until the clatter of the steel jug.

Why was it, she would wonder in the future, that she was awoken by the simple clatter of a jug falling down, when she wasn't woken up by the loud sounds of nature?

Cascade stirred in her sleep, blinking her eyes in a dazed state. Her vision blurred at the scene in front of her as she saw a blend of green, cream, and silver. She blinked a few more times, her eyes adjusting to the moonlit night, and clearing her vision.

Almost instantly she sat up, wiping the drool off her pale face as she brushed her hair away, trying to look as dignified as she could be.