
She had been told to stay, and stay she would. From Dawn had told her to wait for him and that meant the job he had taken on was destined to be particularly unpleasant. She had seen it all before of course and she was always content to be there with him, supporting him with her silent presence. What he did, what
they did was necessary for survival. But on one occasion she had turned her face away, some part of her soul rebelling at watching the brutal scene unfold. It had not been missed.
To Dusk rested beside the tiny, trickling stream and watched the dragonflies dart past.