unevarce ,Echoes of the Hidden Path

The desert night had n't yet surrendered to dawn when Elara awoke, her body still heavy with the weight of restless dreams. Around her, the hutment lay silent, blanketed by a hush that sounded nearly unnatural. The fire had burned down to ash, faint embers glowing like the last breath of a dying star. She sat up, brushing the beach from her cloak, and incontinently felt it — the sense of being watched. Not by eyes that hovered , but by commodity deeper, commodity that pressed into the gist of her bones.