Chapter Thirty-Five: Recognition

"Are you ready to go now, sleepy heads?"

It was comical to see Elijah sit up with leaves stuck in his matted locks. He was looking around through blurry optics, stretching his lanky and awkward limbs. On the contrary, Miqella was ( to my chagrin ) impeccable as he rose from his slumber. Both glanced at me, much more alert than before.

I was standing near the edge of the forest line, berries nestled in a makeshift basket. It was crafted from my jacket being flipped upside down, but for now, it would do.

I came over with the bundle of blackberries, while Elijah looked over at me curiously.

"Hey, what do you have there? It smells... sweet." He asked with a tentative sniff.

The distinct sound of his stomach rumbling gave away his hunger, and Elijah didn't even look embarrassed as he shot to his feet. He met me halfway, and I watched his eyes light up in delight as he took in the sight of the fruit.

I was lucky they grew in the groves not too far from here, gathering them had been easy