The dew had already collected when Therasia spread her blanket and sat down on the outskirts of Nightglade. The night was cold, but at least the air was crisp and refreshing instead of heavy and damp. Therasia shook her hair out of the tight bun it had been placed into, then gathered her bearings. The distant, foreign light still shone above her, but she was far enough for it not to bother her. This was the first time she’d taken a break ever since the invasion started. She wasn’t sure ho...