Two figures sat close to the river. One of them was sitting on the large rock polishing his sword. While the other lay on her back looking at the sky. She was sweaty all over trying to catch her breath. It was late afternoon, the sky is dull blue with mostly covered in pink and orange strokes. The clouds are still dark grey, floating on the sky like teared up messy cottons. It did not stay in one place rather moved away. The wind is pushing it away. The grass is also bending closer to the ground as the wind blew around them. It seemed like the rain would fall any moment now.
Eisen was not bothered about the wind picking up. In fact he was slightly hoping for the rain to fall. Rosa finally caught her breath and pushed herself up from the ground. She reached for the water flask behind the rock and drank huge gulps of water from it. Her throat was dry and rough.
“Drink slow or else you will start coughing.” Eisen said not looking up from his sword.