Waking up, dusty backed and sore armed, I crack my neck and take down my stone hut after changing back into my robe and traveling clothes.
The camp was as quiet as it had been for the last five months of travel.
Every morning with these three was roughly the same. Teresa was always the first one up, waking up even before me, and starting a fire to cook her breakfast on.
Then I woke up and changed, giving me just enough time to cook my breakfast as well as breakfast for Ivy and Flare. Teresa elected to learn how to cook her own after realizing she would be awake for about half an hour before me.
After I woke up fully and cooked the others' breakfasts, Ivy would wake up and come join Teresa and me around the fire.
Flare was always the last one up, silently wolfing down her food, making it so everyone finished eating around the same time.
Sometimes there would be idle chatter, but recently there's been a comfortable silence. Yet, something has been bothering me.