“We should have thought of this ahead of time. For once,” a tired, hungry and muddy Lala argued desperately to the group.
Jessua looked at his companions and shrugged, at his sister, Arela nothing to offer. He went back to
Errick poked the fire with his stick. “What’s there to think about? It wasn’t like we KNEW this would happen.”
For her part, Arela tugged tangled hair out of her face, pulling out a few twigs and leaves. “But we should have, you guys. When has one of our camping trips NOT ended in a dragon slaying or a quest?”