“Why do you do that?” Ryl asked, his eyes hardly open and his voice half-lost to a yawn.
It was their fourth day on the road and Adelynn had woken up some time after noon. She was flipping over the five rocks she’d removed from her little black box and laid out before they went to sleep at dawn. They’d been in a sunny spot, but were now in the shade of an overhead branch. Adelynn had woken every few hours to move the stones into the ever shifting light - this was the third time. They were hot on the side that had been soaking up the sun. The other side needed to eat up the hot light. Adelynn turned them over deftly and then went back to where she had been sleeping and laid down on her side.
“We’ll leave again just before sunset,” she said as she cl...
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