Rites of Passage [Endurance]

Days of travel had taken a toll on the two Drakiri, both mentally and phisically. Exploring the great forest was well worth it though. There seemed to be infinite sights to see. Fishur insisted on climbing the hills in the morning, much to Telistara's dismay. Watching the sun rise refreshed the younger mystic. The nightmare just followed along silently, trudging through the sunkissed grass and keeping a watch on the ditsy male. Her only thought was 'why me?'.