Component 05 - Nightfall

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The forge called Angon rested on a stone in their campsite. On his first evening, he examined the sky. The ball of fire, the sun, was disappearing beyond the ocean and he wondered what might happen when the significant light source vanished.

"The light is going away." Angon stared at the sky, at the vibrant colors, a mixture of pinks and blues.

"Yes." Gavin poked a stick into their campfire. "It does that. Every day!"

Angon learned to ignore most of the Gavin. He made little sense and never spoke had words. It was better not to speak with such a rude sol elf. He hoped regular elves were not so cruel.

"Angon, at night the sun goes down and the moon rises." Lavina sat near to the fire, cross-legged. Every few minutes she'd put her palms together, twirl her thumbs and blow. She did so again, and when nothing happened, she sighed. "Oh, fuzzle!"

Gavin leaned against a stone, still poking the fire; bored. He was glad they'd found the campsite, but they were out of food since Lavina ate it so fast. He didn't understand how she stayed so thin—even full-blooded elves, who were never overweight, might have a belly after eating two ten days worth of rations. She tried her spells to conjure a roast for them, but it didn't work and he didn't know who was more frustrated out of the two.

Angon studied the sun once again. He wasn't sure what Lavina meant by night, but the sun leaving meant darkness was on its way. A few feet from him, Lavina twirled her thumbs again, and blew hard. Again, nothing appeared to happen.

"Fetter!' Lavina fell flat on her back. "Why isn't it working?"

Gavin's ears twitched, and he gawked at the half-elf, wide-eyed. He'd never known her to use such language. A common curse was one thing, but the word that the gods themselves forbid—that was another! He thanked his lucky moons that there were no gods now; for many dark moons.

Lavina didn't notice Gavin's shock as she now lay on the ground, staring at Angon, who looked back with a cocked head.

"What?" She reached for him.

He leaned in toward her beckoning hand. "Things are so confusing."

"Well!" Gavin stood, stretching and grabbing his longbow. "Before Lavina wastes all of her energy trying to conjure us a meal, I will go find something to hunt!"

Angon and Lavina exchanged glances and looked around the grassy plains and hills. They both wondered if there were living creatures within miles—It was so silent. Not even a wind blew. The forge didn't know why the Gavin hunted. What was the point of eating? He wanted to try it though. The sol elf marched away across the fields to the east.

"Is he always this angry?" Angon regarded Lavina, hoping Gavin to be out of earshot.

Lavina stretched and reached her hand to his smooth face. She poked her index finger onto the tip of his metallic nose.

"He's just a grumpy grump!" she sang.

"Why did you do that?" Angon tilted his head, as she poked him again, and he reared back, rubbing the spot she'd chosen.

Her touch was dull; it had no texture or warmth of her skin. He'd only received force, an uncomfortable sensation.

"Because, I'm bored and hungry!" She rolled over onto her stomach, kicking her legs behind her. "Aren't you?"

"I do not understand. But I think you are strange."

She laughed and jumped to a squatting position and then sprang to her feet. She sat on the stone next to Angon. "I'm just still in disbelief, I think. A working construct, or a forge, I should say. I wonder if there are more."

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