Chapter 67 A Taste Of Home

• The aroma of meat roasting over a slow fire and broth bubbling curls through the air, wrapping around me like an unseen rope, pulling me forward towards the little wooden house in the midst of the rows of much the same structure that make up the settled. Warm, unguarded laughter echoes within, in bright contrast to the salty wind that comes in from the shoreline.
• Alaric walks beside me, his steps unhurried. A faint stain of berry juice marks his thumb, leftovers from our earlier snacking.
• "Took them long enough," he mutters, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips as he wipes his hand on his pants.