After securing the campsite and arranging a better rotation of watches, we could finally go back to sleep.
Thankfully, no other group aimed for Teresa tonight, allowing the rest of the night to pass peacefully.
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Shifting awake, foggy-eyed, and slightly drained, our usual morning routine was broken today.
Stepping out of and subsequently dismantling my stone hut, I found both Teresa and Ivy already awake, happily chatting around the fire.
"with a honeycomb and a do- g'monrin little faery," Ivy said, breaking out of her story and waving to me as I approached.
"Can we please stop with the nicknames?" I plea through a disgruntled tone.
Ever since I began to practice and utilize my wings a bit, the name Dead Faery had been stuck to me instead of anything ice-related. Thankfully, the name eventually evolved into the more passable 'Little Faery' on account of my age, but it's still cringe.