Camp, third morning.
In unfamiliar chills, Tor slowly lifted his eyelids.
It's still dim in the tent.
Sounds like a chill before dawn, apparently.
Awakening his consciousness, Thor realized that only the right half was unusually warm.
When you gaze at the comfortable weight, the golden soft looking curly hair pops into your eyes.
Moo, who had just pillowed the side part, was leaking a healthy sleep.
Next to it, Sola, in her underwear, sleeps holding Tor's right arm perfectly.
Looking at the sleeping face of a grown girl who was backwards from her normal healthy appearance, she shook herself small and held me tight.
Soft, moist feel with two arms wrapped around it.
Sora rubbed her nose tip against Tor's right shoulder, loosening her mouth small to see if she was relieved by the smell.
Turns out why it's only warm on the right side, but new questions arise there.
Though the elevated part is wide there, the number of tents that can be stretched is limited.
Moreover, it has been used by all the big young people, starting with the leader of the regiment, Sollgham.
For this reason, the Tors of the combination of two small women and a child in one adult male could only be lent one tent.
In other words, there should be another person in this tent, resting.
But the only sign that comes from the left is a calm sign.
Turning to his face as he wondered if he was awake already, what was there was Euril's sleeping look.
I'm turning my back on this one, but I can still see its creasey figure over the night clothes.
Unlike Sola and Moo, I can barely feel that temperature.
A slippery touch just comes from the silk cloth underwear that borders the left arm.
Thor stared softly afterwards, wondering if this was the reason for the cold air.
Thin, straight silver hair is still going to spill and spread on the floor.
Long ears sticking out from beyond that hair.
Looking at the gray back, which I don't usually get to see, my pointy eartips moved pickly.
As it were, Euril fell asleep and fell asleep.
The other ear, which was underneath his face, just stood up.
At the same time nearer nearer nearer nearer a nearer beauty.
As Thor was seen in the length of his eyelashes stretching from his laying eyes, his eyelids suddenly lifted after trembling several times.
The gray pupils that appear rapidly narrow their focus.
They stared at each other seriously and at close range, but Euril whispered with a troubled look on their face.
"I can't believe I'm watching people sleep in silence..."
To the words of a silver-haired beauty who shakes her little eartips, Thor uttered apologies and excuses as she was seen.
"... excuse me. Yuryl's sleeping face was unusual."
"I can't do this anymore. It's my privilege."
Yulil, who had previously been nagging at fellow men and women, has come to take a much greater look around in his adventurous life over the past few months.
There seem to be aspects of more tent life that I have to concede, but from the soft words I have now, maybe he had already admitted it to me as a family.
They were quietly gazing at each other, but when Sora accidentally twitches, she trembles and yawns loudly.
And he stuck to Thor, voicing his fallen asleep voice.
"Something's gonna make my back suck."
"Is it cold after all"
"Right. So I feel comfortable this morning and I seem to have overslept."
Thor and Euril, who looked at each other again, got up and lifted the cloth at the entrance and exit of the tent.
Very cold air pours in.
The two of them did not mind and turned their gaze ahead.
But the black gloomy landscape that's supposed to spread there doesn't show up in sight at all.
Instead, it was a view covered in white jaws everywhere.
The hurried Tors head out of the tent.
Moo slept well, so he kept pig fur on his stomach to keep it cool only.
The three stand at the edge of the high ground and look at the fog that spreads beneath their eyes.
"Wow, white. I can't see anything."
"This is amazing..."
"Yeah, that's brilliant."
Apparently, the fog stays on the ground.
It does not reach to the part of the high ground and thanks to it can be seen far away.
As usual, the sky looks cloudy, but still the morning light is pouring down on one side.
The Tors continued to breathe through the fantastic sights covering the vast swamp with the white mist faintly shining.
"Hey, Tor. If you look at the clouds from above, is this what it looks like?
"Oh, maybe."
Enjoying the mist everywhere, the tent cloth behind me suddenly swelled.
At the same time a young voice echoes.
"Mmmm! Toe, where are you?"
"Oh, you're up."
Returning to the tent, Moo jumped.
Mouth words of anger as you gobble your head against Thor's abs.
"Where have you been? You can't leave Moo alone!
"Don't worry. It's foggy today, so we're not going anywhere."
"Uh, why? Shit!"
Mist, a natural phenomenon characteristic of this marsh.
It seems to occur at a pace of about every three days, but when this comes out, it is forbidden to go out.
Having finished breakfast with only cold hard bread and warmed vanilla tea, Tor just decided to check the effect of that fog.
The members of the Thunder Asthma group who were already awake are ready for something with Tekipaki.
"Good morning! Did you sleep well?
"Morning. I woke up cold."
"It's swampy, isn't it!
As we approached, the deputy captain's woman greeted us with a warm greeting.
Yesterday's hunt seemed pretty unraveled.
Instead, the other young people become nervous about the advent of Sola and Euril.
From what I've seen, he was starting to train to get used to the fog.
One standing in front of the stairs holds a rope and the other goes down into the fog with that rope tied to his hip.
When the vice captain, who was weighing his time on the hourglass, signals, the ropes are pulled and the members come up the stairs.
Sora circled her eyes at the appearance of the young men, who had turned a dead man's complexion just a few moments later.
Let the Tors experience it.
At a few steps down the stairs, eroding cold air struck me.
Slight air enters your lungs, tightening your chest and making it difficult to breathe.
Trying to get back to the rope signal, Thor tried to put his foot on the stairs and lifted his eyebrows unintentionally as if he was losing strength.
While I was unaware, I seemed to be losing a lot of strength.
Sola and Euril experienced it and were equally surprised.
Thorlgum showed difficulty, but Moo also went down the stairs energetically and came back tired of it in seconds and didn't wait for the signal.
"This fog, it's scary. I'm surprised you lost your strength."
"Yeah, and you've lost a lot of magic."
"I see. If you're not on the high ground, could you die unnoticed and debilitated during the night?"
The fog disappears in about thirty minutes when it is short, but they sometimes sit for nearly half a day when it is long.
Endurance training was enough for the young people to stay calm.
Though Sollgham was even flat for thirty minutes.
There's nothing to do, so Thor hangs out and walks around the high ground.
The serpent, the result of yesterday's battle, was only peeled off and neatly arranged on the railing.
Besides this, they also use their fangs for arrow butts.
Looking, the snake's skin was wrapped in silver scales only in the belly area.
That and the tail part also depict silver and blue stripes.
Thor nodded silently, finally figuring out what the blue stripes meant.
This monster is likely to be more than three adults long, but if it stays that way, it's too heavy to carry a bunch of heads.
So I skinned it locally and brought it here.
But there was something I thought, that Euril and the others were hoping to cut a chunk of meat and bring it back.
It seems to smell pretty good as it is, so it is now wrapped in vanilla and aged.
In the end, the mist did not clear after noon, making it a boring day.
Moo had a monopoly on Thor's knee, though he was in a pretty good mood.
Sora and Euril also had a lot to learn, and he talked to the deputy captain for a long time.
Dinner was a vanilla sautéed snake meat.
They cooked it carefully in a heat generator, and when chewed, it overflows with moist gravy.
It looks like it's close to a bird, but pale as a white fish, with a strange texture that will add a little flavor as you eat it.
Given the hassle, it is also somewhat discarded on the spot that the flavor is discernible.
But it's definitely dozens of times better than stewed pasa chicken.
The cheering youths crash into the handicrafts of Euril and Sola.
Moo was in a mode of concentrating only on chewing silently and even.
I wonder how much I punished the Thunder Asthma for their traditional food.
Only Sollugum carried snake meat into his mouth with a bitter face all the time.
With little harvest, the third day of the swamp marked the end.