Chris wedged another thick cotton shirt into his already alarmingly full backpack. Wincing at the strained bag, he checked his watch. He was supposed to show up downstairs at 2 pm, to help Sam prepare the horses.
It had been Luca’s idea to go out camping. She had always wanted to visit the small, but well known plateau almost at the very top of the mountain, to finally see the breath-taking landscape of the many valleys and mountains from above. And what better time than a clear, moon-lit night? No one seemed too bothered with the fact that it was the middle of December, of course. It didn’t exactly speak for his choice of friends- but, as long as it made her happy, who would he be to let her scramble all the way to the top on her own?
He wasn’t the only one who had noticed that Luca seemed depressed and restless after having to put down her first ever horse a few months ago, due to a poisoned dragon’s bite. Cora had, with that kind smile of he