Eventide
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| (One-word challenge: "eventide") |
| They'd made an early camp, intending to leave before dawn.
Iolaus had caught a brace of quail, and Hercules had picked wild
apricots for stuffing. Hercules sat with his back against a tree and watched Helios' chariot leave flaming trails across the sky, while Iolaus built a fire and plucked the quail. Shaking the down from his hands, Iolaus cocked his head. "Were you planning on helping at all?" "Nah." Hercules lazily stretched his arms above his head, feeling the pleasant ache from the fight earlier. "Planning on making it up to me?" Iolaus' eyes glinted. Hercules smiled. "Maybe." |