02-15-2025, 12:32 PM
I'm still playing catch-up with this series, but just wanted to say I like the opening paragraph of this chapter. Sets the ambience very nicely. I can see and feel the flicker of the firelight, and hear the sounds of the camp. 
Gilserand felt as though he was set between two worlds. Behind him fires flickered and guards laughed and played games with dice and cards, the living sounds of Humanity. Before him, as he stalked between the line of horses and the sharpened stakes angled at the night, tree frogs and crickets sang among strange trees wearing robes of moss. A world with the continuous whir of night music that could drown out all other sounds if he let it. After a month in the field he had learned that it payed dividends to pay attention to the horses, they could detect unusual things in the night that he could not see or hear himself. Even under these moss laden trees, tied to the picket line by their halters, they were better sentries than he could ever be.
Gilserand felt as though he was set between two worlds. Behind him fires flickered and guards laughed and played games with dice and cards, the living sounds of Humanity. Before him, as he stalked between the line of horses and the sharpened stakes angled at the night, tree frogs and crickets sang among strange trees wearing robes of moss. A world with the continuous whir of night music that could drown out all other sounds if he let it. After a month in the field he had learned that it payed dividends to pay attention to the horses, they could detect unusual things in the night that he could not see or hear himself. Even under these moss laden trees, tied to the picket line by their halters, they were better sentries than he could ever be.