As the yolk of the sun broke the horizon of the earth, Aiden headed back towards Atticuss hut. By the time he reached the river, the sky was an azure blue, infinite and free of clouds.
Aiden approached the meadow in his human form and saw Annabelle sitting beneath the willow tree as she drew lines onto a notebook. Her forehead was creased in concentration as a breeze gently tousled her dark locks and Aiden felt relieved that she was no longer the limp, almost lifeless form he had carried yesterday.
She still seemed weak and was wrapped in the folds of a soft blanket, but seemed much better than her condition from yesterday.
Aiden crouched low, realizing that he did not have any clothes on because he had ignorantly torn them to pieces in his transformation from the night before. He cursed himself as he realized that it was not possible to avoid Annabelle.
Aiden crawled through the tangle of tall weeds and flowers until he heard Annabelles voice.