Wyvern Stone
The light of the fire shone on Cormag's tense face. He was lost in thought until the cool night's breeze made him shiver. He was glad for a fire tonight. The nights were colder in the plains. There were no trees, mountains, or buildings to block the harsh wind.
His eyes found the person that was on his mind. He felt himself getting frustrated, as he often did when he let himself think about it. The truth was he didn't know how to deal with these feelings that flooded his mind day and night and that angered him.
Across the fire Tethys was swinging Artur around and others were laughing at his flailing body. Gerik was even shouting out for her to spin him faster. Most of the others saw an awkward monk that was easy to fool and make joke of. For Cormag, he was something else. Something he didn't quite know yet.
It crept into his mind when they first met. Artur's curiosity towards Genarog led him to approach Cormag with questions. Most of the others dare not approach him. They did their best to avoid him. Cormag heard whispers like traitor and turncoat thrown around when he walked by. Artur was different. He had a childhood innocence and kindness about him.
Genarog took to him so fast that Cormag could hardly believe it. Then Artur gave them a gift that saved their lives. It couldn't be just a coincidence that they met. Maybe he was to build a deeper friendship with Artur? He already felt himself smile whenever he saw him. He also kept near to him in battle, making sure to watch over and protect him.
Tomorrow he would repay the gift with his own gift. Genarog had a peculiar stone the other day. It wasn't much but Cormag felt like he needed to give it to Artur. His heart was thumping so hard as he looked at the stone in his hand. He looked across the fire again and saw Artur stumbling around dizzy from being spun around. The others were still laughing at his misfortune.
"I'll do it tomorrow." Cormag said to himself quietly.