547 - Will He Believe Me?

The sun is warm on my face this spring day in Yeola-e, even though it's early in the day.  Yeolis don't do things at noon, like we do.  I'm aware of Gannara beside me.
We're hidden in the talus and boulders encroaching on one side of a wide, wide open space on the mountain.  I'm having a pleasant fantasy for once, since we got away from the Mahid.  Not mine anymore.  I've been so short on sleep