The dawn rises, the watch is uneventful. But Jinn's tail is flicking side to side nervously. Restlessly. She feels a battle to be had in the air. Something is wrong and she can feel it.
Once the sun peeks over the horizon, she lands onto the ground from her tree-perch. She turns to look at Micael, who I assume is in the tent.
He's an odd one that's for sure. Every Breton besides him and Elouen has been sleazy and demeaning of her. What is with this one?
She slowly crouches down, perching like a bird; just watching him breathe like a stalker. Something about him intrigues her, but even that escapes her.
It is only the snap of a twig that rips her out of her thoughts, and she quickly goes to wake him up, albeit a bit roughly.
"Come. Get up. It is time to move."
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