Sorry about the chapter being short. I thought about continuing from where it now ends, but the last sentence was just too perfect)
And there isn't much left to this one story anymore. I don't plan on letting it drag... for too long (that is if you think it's dragging as it is). There are 6 chapters left.
Darcie stirred the next morning to whimpers in the other room. Sighing, she slid out of bed and plodded into the next room. Looking to her left, Reagan was standing up in his crib, gripping the bars to hold himself up.
"Aw-we," he said when he saw Darcie – it's how he pronounced 'mommy'.
Darcie went up to his crib and took him out.
"Da?"
Darcie nearly forgot about the day before. She then wondered if Murtagh had already gone without word.
Early to rise this morning, aren't you? Kazryth's words broke Darcie's thoughts.
I couldn't sleep. What about you, the one that complains the sun is too bright in the early hours?
It is hot enough here without all that light!
So the light woke you up?
Exactly. You have shade where you are, however.
Yet I have two more in this tent. They're my wake up call.
So you have found use for them.
Hey!
Darcie heard noise from the other end of the room. She went up to Aryana's crib, and saw her holding something. Darcie put Reagan down, and he held onto the bottom of her nightgown.
Aryana was lifted out from the crib, and she still clutched the fabric. Now that Darcie had a closer look, she realized it was a baby blanket. Where did it come from? Without any thought, she walked away, Reagan following behind at his slow pace. Darcie stopped, and walked back up to Reagan and put Aryana down next to him. She then went to change and brush her hair. By the time she had finished, the twins had managed to climb up and onto her bed.
"You two..." Darcie sighed and managed to safely get both of them into one arm each. She then left the tent and headed down the lifeless roads. Upon finding Murtagh's tent, she pushed through the flap and looked in the room she stood in. Any objects that had sat on tables were gone. She headed towards the next room and poked her head inside. The bed was empty, and rather messy at that. The bags that had been in the middle of the room had gone. Darcie couldn't believe it; Murtagh was gone and he didn't even say goodbye.