Sunset
Rayla sat high in the boughs of the redwood, watching the fiery sunset melt into twilight through the misty haze. One knee sat tucked under her chin, the other leg dangling slowly in the void beneath her. In her right hand, she absent-mindedly ran her thumb over the engravings on a locket. The bronze-colored accessory was a trinket from a bygone era, from before The Fall. Holden had given it to her when she had become a full-fledged Ranger. At the time, Rayla had thought such a gesture, while sweet, was devoid of merit or purpose. What good was a locket in the field, except to get in the way?
