Be Safe!

                                    

                                          
I awake from my sleeping bag, an upgrade from the blanket. Garroth has been a huge help these past few days. He's started on my house- a little cottage with plenty of flower beds was the vision. I've helped him gather materials as well as keep him sustained. He refused breaks in the beginning, but after I erm- forced him to, he decided to just do it the first time. He has taught me many things with self defense as well. My daggers are of much more use now- instead of just for threat.
As well as that all, we've become closer. He's allowed me to see him shirtless to measure him for clothing which was a lot for him I could tell. You could tell the harsh training he does for head guard- he was fairly fit. He has shared his past and present, accidentally revealing his admiration for the lord. His past mentee and family were interesting to say the least. He has a dark cloud of bad luck following him everywhere and yet he is a bright light and his smile lights up the world. It's impressive to say the least.
He lay next me, passed out. He is usually awake long before I am, but based on the dark skies, it's early morning. He looks comfortable, peaceful even. He used to sleep lightly, a slight stir sending him into an awaken panic, but now he sleeps fully, deeply. The dark bags under his eyes are now barely visible. 
I grab a dagger and place it in my pocket, just in case. I quietly get up and leave the tent towards the partially done home. It's one story and mainly scaffolding, but I can finish it on my own if needed. Grabbing a few ingredients from my chests inside of the house, I head towards my campfire. I spark my flint and steel onto the wood, causing it to set aflame, warming up chilly air encasing me. The morning sky slowly brightens to a familiar dark orange. I finish my sandwiches- fresh bread, cheese, and eggs. It isn't much, but I haven't been able to grab meat in a while. 
"You're up early." A gruff voice from the tent chuckles. His hair is untamed and his eyes are still clearly groggy. He's wearing loose pants and a tight shirt- his makeshift nightwear that I've made for him. It was a prototype and I got his proportions all wrong, but he insisted on keeping it. 
"I was awoken by your snoring." I joke. 
"A-Are you serious? I have never snored in my life! I sincerely apologize!" His eyes go wide and his cheeks turn red with embarrassment.
"Garroth, I'm teasing. I just woke and decided to make us breakfast." I smile holding up two hot sandwiches.
"Disturbing your rest is not a joke." He laughs playfully punching my arm. He takes a sandwich graciously and takes a bite. "Delicious as always m'lady." 
"The sunrise is coming, want to watch with me?" I offer holding a hand outstretched for him to take. We've watched the sunset together a few times, but we are both late risers from what I can conclude and haven't watched the full sunrise.
"I'd love to." He grins, taking my hand.
I pull him up a nearby hill and we sit on the grass. It's wet from morning dew, a little cold, but nothing we can't handle. The air smells fresh and frigid. 
We sit in comfortable silence, admiring the sun's entrance into the day. It's beautiful really. The skies are shades of pinks and oranges. The sun is flaming yellow, and illuminates the land in a beautiful portrait. Rays of the sun pebble my exposed skin with warmth and energy. It's a renewal of life. Animals begin to scatter the forests, awakening as well from their slumber. We are all one, just enjoying the beauty of the morning.
But it is clear, even with the brightness of the sun threatening to harm my irises, that two creatures are flying towards us. Their wings majestic, but not of any common creature- our wyverns. Chasin becomes clear into my view first, as he dives headfirst into my arms. The other however, settles on the ground beside us.