Time passed as the night progressed, and Rukiyo busied herself gathering sticks and branches nearby, bringing them back to the clearing to make a campsite.
The sounds of the forest fill the air— the soft crunch of dried leaves, the quiet howl of the wind, along with the distant sound of water.
Rukiyo worked diligently in the dark, carefully collecting what she needed to build a fire.
The other two remain sitting where she left them, their features illuminated now only by the silvery moonlight streaming through the leaves of the trees.
With Rukiyo out of sight and the clearing enveloping in a deep quiet, it is Blank who finally broke the silence.
"It's o-oddly quiet.." Blank muttered, his voice soft, but clear, had cut through the silence, drawing Flykra's attention.
The elf shifted slightly, his gaze flickering briefly in the direction where Rukiyo had disappeared before he turned back to Blank, a thoughtful expression on his face.
