Set out to Silverleaf.

The journey is long yet surprisingly relaxing. It's around the hottest time of the year, though the gentle breeze as well as your light clothing keeps you cool, and the sky is clear and blue. Eventually, you leave the road and the view of Avana grows smaller and smaller behind you. Then it's nothing but flat, green fields. There's an odd tree, rock, or incline, but it's mostly flat, lush grass. You spot the odd monster in the distance, but they keep away. Amara walks beside you--a white dress beautiful in its simplicity blowing in the wind like a cloud. Her golden hair flows behind her. In her hand is a silver staff. Though you've gotten rather close to her in more ways than one over the time you've been in this world, she still surprised you with her appearance--the image of a wise, lovely, ancient elven woman. It makes you forget that much of that isn't actually true.

She's Amara Tedrilui--a young woman, with a mutation with her magic that grants potency to her spells though with an embarrassing drawback. She's sweet and innocent until she isn't. Her dress doesn't show much, but she isn't always so modest around you. Her chest isn't nearly as large as some of the other girls', but she has a radiant, slender elven figure.

Her bright emerald eyes turn up towards you as the walk continues. "The elves in Silverleaf refer to the forest as Aralaia. People often struggle to pronounce many elven words, so a crude translation became the norm."

"Huh. Yeah, I admit. Even elven names can be a little tricky for me. I'm glad you don't mind me calling you Amara, even though elves have that whole thing with first names," you reply.

"While it is true that surnames are the norm while referring to one by a first is considered intimate, I have grown used to being known as Amara. The others call me that as well. Though, I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy hearing you say my name."

"Then why do you call me Mr. Warren still?"

She's quiet for a moment. "I am... not that used to it yet. It is embarrassing to say such a thing in front of others, especially if another of my kin were to hear. Around you, however, I am comfortable. I made a selfish decision asking for you to come with me. I have barely been able to spend time with you lately. Kyle."

"That's really sweet of you," you say. "Am I that good company?"

"I suppose we will find out after this trip."

"Well now I feel like I'm being graded..."

She giggles. "Is it really so much like an exam?"

"I don't really want to think about school anymore."

The journey continues. As you walk, the sun travels as well, moving overhead and towards the opposite horizon. You stop periodically, but you notice your stamina has certainly increased. The two of you go for hours before resting your feet. Rations keep you filled enough throughout the day, but eventually, you see the darkness of evening approach.

"We should set up camp soon," you suggest.

She nods. "Let us have dinner and begin setting up our beds for the night."