Although she said this will all seriousness, Fredgar grinned widely, exposing a set of crooked,
yellow teeth with some missing or chipped. Armaila noticed that his teeth in the corners—his
fangs—were sharper and pointer than a Humans'. It wasn't until now that Armaila really studied
him; he wore brown pants that ended between his knees and ankles, a shirt mad of some rough
material, like an old sack, and a greenish brown vest without buttons. His ears were pointed, and
they angled backwards. His dark hair was short and bristly.
They had offered Fredgar some food, but he said he had already eaten. Armaila doubted he
would have liked the food they had; he reminded her of Trolls in bedtime stories her mother had
read her when she was little, but Fredgar seemed harmless. And Florine did seem to trust him,
despite her warnings to Armaila, and the rest.
As Armaila lay on top of her blanked, she realized she wasn't tired—at least not anymore after
the excitement of finding Fredgar. She looked up at the sky—it was still to light to see any stars,
and it wasn't going to get much darker than this. The moon was full, and bathed the ground in
silver. She noticed one start though, it must have been bigger and brighter than the others. The
fire was still lit, but it had burned down to almost all embers, with a few larger pieces of wood.
Flames jutted out here and there. Armaila knew she had to get to sleep, they were leaving early
tomorrow, and if she didn't, she would be tired. Getting up, she decided she would see if Perpula
I'm sorry, were you sleeping?
No, I was not. She replied.
Perpula couldn't sleep either. Looking around, Armaila noticed Florine wasn't around. Her aunt
and uncle were sound asleep, as was Fredgar.
Perpula, would you like to go for a walk with me?
I have a better idea.
Armaila's braid swung loosely in the wind. From up on...