Lost [3]

Harsha's eyes flickered open to the morning light filtering through and hitting his face. He found himself all alone in the small cave. Gauri was nowhere to be seen, her sword resting on the rock beside him, where she had slept for the night.

He walked out of the cave, stretching his limbs. The forest was humming with life as the birds sang melodious tunes as the light filtered through the thick canopy of the large, ancient trees. The grass was wet with morning dew, giving him a feeling of coldness on his feet and leaves crunching as he walked to the nearby stream of water.

He found Gauri sitting near the edge of the stream, her feet dipped in the cold water. Her eyes lit up at his sight. 

"Good morning, Harsha." 

"Good morning." He replied as he splashed some water onto his face, waking himself up from the grogginess of the sleep.

"Let's move after some time." 

"I suggest moving along the path of the stream that leads up to the waterfall."