Toward the Sun
Especially when Ki Somanagara wasn't around.
“Come on,” Wisnumurti called after returning from the river. “We need to get moving. If we want to reach Kenipir before sunset, we'd better leave now.”
Still muttering curses under his breath because of Bajul’s surprise attack, Jaladri climbed down to the river to collect water. As he did, he found himself reluctantly considering the possibility that Wisnumurti might be right.
Maybe it had been a dream. Maybe sleep paralysis had fooled his senses. Looking back on it now, the entire experience already felt strangely distant.