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OLD - Week 1 Day 4 Evening

The sun dipped below the horizon and was replaced by the moon, its separated hemispheres grinning down on the denizens of earth. Seth and Ellyn trundled into town on the cart, the few people still out and about looking up at them and the cart before moving on. Everyone was much quieter, the cool evening breeze stealing words from conversations that never happened. The light from the tall Byronite lamps placed around town. Ellyn looked up at the clouds of insects that surrounded the lamps and wondered what they would be saying if they could speak. Seth looked up at the clouds of insects that surrounded the lamps and wondered how he could make use of this. Acorn looked up at the clouds of insects that surrounded the lamps and wondered why the fuzzy dots like the shiny so much. Seth stopped off outside a baker and bought some lumps of bread, and they continued out of town.
Once back in the protective cover of the forest Seth stopped the cart once more and set up the camp for the night. As Ellyn combined the bread with the various left overs, Seth tended to his cart, applying tape to some structural insecurities. They ate in silence as both were worn out with the day’s activities. Even Acorn immediately fell asleep in his hanging perch.
Seth strung up the hammocks and closed the canvas over the cart. They both then dropped themselves into the hammocks and fell asleep quickly.
That night Ellyn dreamed of adventure, a formidable journey that she and Seth had just finished.
That night Seth dreamed of eating a tonne of food and exploding into bacon, which he then somehow also ate.

That night Acorn didn’t dream. Acorn was awake after a few hours of sleep. Acorn was ready for the hunt.
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