The sun fanned slowly across the side of the mountain, spreading its light unevenly at first. As she sat there watching it, more and more of the mountain was illuminated until only the deepest crevices and caves retained the night’s shadow. Where she knelt on her small mat in the soft sand sliding down into the gorge, it was still cold, bathed only in the ambient glow of the sun. She shivered and wrapped her cloak tighter around her front.
“We should go,” the voice in her ear stated.
With a sigh, she nodded and slowly rose to her feet. She rolled up her mat and slid it back into its home on her pack.
“OK,” she said. “Which way do I have to go?”