The Unconscious

Leaves fell lightly from surrounding trees. Branches creaked against the pressure of the wind, and rain drove into his face. He was soaked, cold, and exhausted. Pennyroyal whickered softly, casting rain out of her mane. Argen pulled the unconscious girl down off Pennyroyal’s back, and leaned her against a tree. Standing, he conducted a dome of milky green covering them, keeping off the rain. He turned, and a fire sprang into being beneath the small hole in the dome. It burned violet, fueled by the rift. It was time to rest, warm up and once the girl awakened, get answers.