Stars looked down on the world with unblinking, twinkling eyes. Celica stared back at them as she laid flat on her back in her small clothes. The night air in the woods they traversed was cold but welcoming. She felt comfortable underneath the covers of her blanket. She was close enough to her tent that she could go back in should the night grow cold or unwelcome. But for the moment, the priestess was just happy to be looking up at the grand sky beyond.
Celica’s red orange hair laid around her on the ground, flowing and gorgeous. Her pallid skin felt the breeze that swept through the grass of the late night camp site. Her mind was consumed in thoughts of her journey, of where she was headed, what divine obligations now rested firmly and taxing on her shoulders. She was stressed, she was concerned.
But then, something wonderful teased her.
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