Guard patrol had been long, but relatively uneventful. Amphitrite had to be grateful for the small things, and so she savored a quiet day, and the potential for a quiet evening to follow...
... if only things were so simple. An hour later, she found herself staring up sleeplessly at the inner flaps of her tent, exhausted without being tired. This was increasingly common; she knew nightmares were waiting for her whenever her eyes drifted closed, but she had to be able to sleep at all before she could face them.
But there came a point when the sight of her tent and the sound of her own thoughts got to be too much. When she pushed past the flaps of the tent and into the open air, breathing deeply, she knew she'd made the right decision. The camp itself helped; it was never really completely devoid of life.
A walk. Yes, a walk would help her level out and get some much needed rest. Probably. Maybe. She stopped to grab herself a snack; she wasn't even especially hungry, to be honest. But those were the times it was probably the most important to eat something, or that's what her mother had always told her growing up. Funny how those old idioms stuck with a person long after the parents were gone, huh?
Then, she spotted him. "Oh, " and she bowed lightly, "Prince Castor." Whether or not she was supposed to bow to royalty, she always erred on the side of caution, especially since she wasn't in his inner circle or anything like that. But none of that stopped her from flashing him a smile, warm and vibrant like she'd just stumbled across an old friend rather than a prince. It was just a way she had about her. "How are you?"
