Sylvia opened her eyes irritably. She wanted to sleep, but the sounds of fake singing coming from nearby bushes prevented her from doing so.
- Shut up! - she screamed, wondering if she should kill the one who was singing in the early morning.
Freddie's disheveled head poked out of the bushes.
- Oh, I'm sorry," he exclaimed. - I just love to sing when I wash my face.
- Listen... - Sylvia began, then stopped. She wanted to tell him to save water, but when she remembered that they were near the seashore, she realized that her concern was meaningless.
- Stop washing," she ordered, and Freddie obediently emerged from the foliage, pulling on his shirt up. Sylvia yawned savory, stretched out, and threw back her tangled hair and asked:
- | Do you have a comb?
The guy shook his head to blame. A mercenary snorted.
- So I look, you walk like you were lying on a hayloft. One," she added with a laugh. Freddy blushed.
- You don't have to remind me every time that Erin isn't my girlfriend.
- Necessarily! You have to," the blonde said ruthlessly, rising to her feet. - First, without you, I would have had less trouble. Second, River would have had less trouble without you. Third, you woke me up.
- I already said I was sorry," Freddy mumbled embarrassingly. Sylvia shook her head.
- An apology is not enough."She glared at him. The young man cringed..
- And what else?
- I'll think about how you can make amends for your sin," Sylvia said in a royal tone. Freddy brightened his face and whistled a song.
- In the meantime gather firewood," the hired woman told him. When Freddie left on the mission, she yawned again and sat down on the branches she slept on so sweetly.
- Where are you, River? - She whispered thoughtfully, whispering a thin twig between her fingers and looking at the leaves that were slightly fluttering. - Did you find Erin? Or is she now free of both of us?
* * * * *
The first sound River heard when she woke up was somebody's groaning. She remembered firmly that I did not drink yesterday, the mercenary risked opening her eyes to find out who was there for her.
- I shouldn't have gone to the damn Academy," Erin moaned, lying on her back with her eyes closed and her hands along her body. River was bewildered, trying to understand why she was lying in such an uncomfortable position.
- What does the Academy have to do with it? - She asked with a husky voice from her sleep. Erin, not surprised by the question, moaned again.
- Because if I hadn't gone there, I wouldn't have been sent to Mogar, you wouldn't have been sent to kill me, we wouldn't have been in a storm and you wouldn't have broken my ribs.
- What makes you think I was sent to kill you? Did I really break your ribs?
- Why do you think I'm lying there making different sounds? - a girl snapped. River shrugged, an awkward gesture considering her position.
- Well, I don't know, maybe you had a dream. And let me see," she leaned over Erin's frozen shoulder without warning, took off her shirt in one clever move, and looked at the blue-lilac bruises that had decorated the young witch's chest.
- They'll heal before the wedding," she said with satisfaction, ignoring the angry green eyes of the blonde. - And the ribs are intact. I was still calculating my strength.
She yawned and stood up, intending to stretch herself a little in front of the road. Erin opened and closed her mouth silently, closing her buttons at the same time.
- Are you doing this to everyone or am I the exception? - she finally talked. River grunted.
- No, actually, I just need to ask, and they undress.
- Maybe I should dance some more, - Erin said irritably. The pain of movement subsided a little, and the girl walked cautiously through the meadow, checking her body's function.
- Can't you do some magic to heal yourself?" river asked, picking up her sword and returning it to its accustomed place in her belt. Aryn scowled at her.
- Did you find Erin? Or is she now free of both of us?
- I can't do that. I can't do it.
- Then what can you do? - River wasn't very interested in this question, but she wanted to make a conversation. To her surprise, she was embarrassed.
- To tell you the truth, almost nothing.
The mercenary rounded her eyes.
- And you were chosen to serve Prince Soman?
- I'm surprised myself," Erin agreed with her. - Listen, is there nothing to eat?
- I'll go and see," River muttered, and looking back at the girl, she fled among the trees. Erin sighed and patted herself on her stomach, urging him to put up with it for a while longer, and pulled the paper and feather out of her bag and sat down to continue her notes.
"Dear diary," she started, "well, here I am again with you. What do I want to tell you? Yes, basically, nothing special. Imagine, and I became less afraid of the River. Why not? I don't know. It's just when she hugged me that night to share her warmth, I thought the killer wouldn't do it. Would you say I was naive? Maybe, but I want to believe she's the one who got the job to protect me.
To be continued...