The sky began to darken as the sun sank below an obscured horizon. Frigid air, coupled with the clouds that hung ominously above the trees, boded ill for the two travelers. Not only the temperature made Mikhail anxious; the lack of clearings they could make camp in for the night was proving rather ominous as well. The forest in this part of Espor was particularly dense: trees were practically growing into each other as the branches gently caressed their neighbors.
Mikhail was unfazed by the weather, aware from a young age that his body always ran warmer than that of a normal human. His companion, however, was beginning to shiver more violently with every passing moment, despite the heavy cloak he had lent to her hours ago. Sidestepping closer to the slim woman, he wrapped his arm about her shoulder, rubbing her arm in a futile attempt to ward off the cold.
Looking down, her garnet eyes met his gold as Illyria returned his gaze. Her lips twitched in a smile that tugged at the corners of