Somewhere far away, hidden among the tall trees of Holylight's shadowy forests, Ellegaard slept by the light of a campfire. She sat with her back resting against a cut tree trunk, a blanket draped over her shoulders to protect herself from the cold. Beside her, Jeanne was awake, staring at the fire with a somewhat bored expression.
She rested her elbows on her knees, giving her friend a bit of attention, but seeing her so calm only put her in a worse mood.
"Ellegaard… Are you awake?"
The elf responded with a sleepy grunt, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. Then she did nothing else, making Jeanne frown.
"Hey… Wake up for a bit. I want to talk."
This time, Ellegaard let out an annoyed groan, making the same motion of covering herself with the blanket. Jeanne sighed, looked around, and found a small branch. She used it to poke the elf's cheek.
"Ellegaard… Hey…"
