Day Six - A Day's Walk
The Laughers were in fine form last night and very little sleep was had. They seemed to be fully aware of the feast to be had, just out of reach within the trees. They almost seemed to congregate under the tree for a while, rushing along the run between the main climber and where Clay and Thorne were holed up.
Inevitably, the hilarity subsided and the monsters turned to shadows in the encroching, descending fog. The morning turned still, all of the world hushed in the glaring silence left behind the laughers as they retired for the night. With a whisper of moisture the field is wrapped in the obscuring gray mist, making any look outs blind as they attempt to watch for anyone delivering the day's arrivals.
The air feels heavy in the morning like the promise of rain. However, that doesn't mean that the heat lifts. The day feels oppressive, sticky, but a cloud burst is denied. If it rains anywhere in this world today, it isn't over the Field.