The sun hadn't fully set, but the colors bleeding through the sky said it wouldn't be long. Soft pinks and lazy orange soaked the wooden frame of the window in the hideout's quieter quarters. Outside, the crew's boots paced across stone, carrying supplies, adjusting packs, checking anew every array on their belts. Voices moved with efficiency. No laughter tonight.
Just the calm of practiced motion before the unofficial mission none of them had fully seen the edges of yet.
Inside the small room they shared, Melite stood barefoot by the narrow window, brushing the sea breeze from her long brown hair. Her eyes followed the patterns of light along the floor, but her focus was elsewhere.
"You think it'll last more than a week?" She asked softly, not looking back.
