Under the luminescence of a crackling fire, a woman sat atop a makeshift bench. Her back rested against the grainy walls of the vast cave, raven eyes blank as she stared without stop.
The object of her fascination was, by chance, not an object at all! Instead, it was a human, a male at that. Art lay on the crimson fabric with his mouth slightly agape, eyes closed, expression marred with peace.
She had been staring at Leonidas for the better part of an hour. It wasn't that she wanted to…even though she did, but more so that she had no other choice.
The cave was empty, devoid of anything worthy of catching her attention. The walls were the same way they had been an hour ago, and so was the floor. Only occasionally did she have to rekindle the fire, herding spirits of heat into the pit.
Her Mark working overtime.
It wasn't a physically demanding task, nor was it especially taxing on the mind, but it was exhausting all the same.
