Shimmering Sands whale's way

Fjall could not help but to look absolutely crestfallen at her answer, but the boy was quick to fix his face, smiling. He wouldn’t let a bad mood take him, not in front of sweet Ariadne. She had already done so much for him; he dared not seem ungrateful.

This is good news, he declared, staying positive. If we keep going, maybe we can get there by this time tomorrow. This was overly optimistic of him. His spirit was willing, but his body felt like it was rebelling against every step they took forward.

His travel companion was far wiser on that front, and Fjall seemed somewhat relieved by her suggestion. He didn’t want to be the reason their progression stopped, even though this was precisely the case. He would have pressed on if she didn’t say anything. Let us find shelter then. She’d find no disagreement there. I see nothing ahead, but, he motioned southward. There are trees that way. Prey, too, I bet.