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"Shepherd, you cook supper while I tend to the
animals," Hollow-sky ordered, tossing a bag of ground
grain at Riverwind's feet.
Riverwind nudged the bag with his boot and said flatly,
"I will roast the crow instead - after I've cared for my own
horse and pitched the princess's tent."
Hollow-sky clenched his jaw, and his eyes narrowed as
he inhaled deeply, an angry reply bubbling to his lips.
Assessing the tension, Goldmoon took command. "It is
kind of you to raise my tent, Riverwind," she said lightly.
Turning to Hollow-sky, she added, "You may make the
porridge after you've attended to the pack animals."
"As you command, Princess," Hollow-sky replied
coldly.
When Riverwind finished pitching her tent, Goldmoon
arranged her things within. She laid out the ceremonial garb
she would wear later - a long, sky-blue gown embroidered
with gold crescent moons on the hem and sleeves.
Outside, Riverwind roasted the bird that had stolen
Goldmoon's hair, while Hollow-sky stirred a pot of boiling
cereal, eyeing the bird with apparent disdain. In the brisk
mountain air, after the long day's journey, Goldmoon would
have found anything delicious. Hollow-sky's well-prepared
meal was quite satisfying, but the smell of Riverwind's bird
was mouthwatering
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