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nest?” Specca asked while trying to hold Triska. “We can’t take too long getting to the elves and then to Rockhelm, Squeak’s nest is moving closer to Ashwood as we speak, remember?”
    “And we need more proof for Daniel’s case to show the queen of Rockhelm!” Triska yelled out at her. “Which we can get by searching all the areas we can on our way to the elven forest. Now let go of me so I can show Alyssa how my sword tastes!”
    “Triska, stop, no swordplay in the caravan!” Specca pleaded nervously.
    Alyssa shook her head then looked to Squeak who was eyeing the map with worried eyes.
    “We have time, Squeak,” Alyssa assured gently, with the ant girl glancing to her with a quiet squeak. “We have time, so we need to use it to get as much proof for Daniel’s case as we can for his queen.”
    Squeak nodded and looked down to the map while Triska finally gave up and yanked her hand away from Specca with a grunt. Triska glanced to Specca then to Alyssa with a scoff before looking down to the map.
    “We need all the help we can get for this, so we search anywhere we can. We need to explore every option we have, the elves alone won’t be enough for us.”
    “Squeak’s nest has time still,” Alyssa reminded them. “It would take months at the very least for them to be in range of Ashwood, we need to make good use of our time and find any races we can to help us.”
    Specca looked around at the group then down to the map with a pout.
    “But those other areas are so dry,” she whined.
    “Specca,” Alyssa and Triska sternly said together, with a squeak from Squeak as well. Specca flinched then nodded with a sigh.
    “Fine, we’ll change our route to cover more ground,” she said in defeat.
    Triska nodded then glanced up to Alyssa, the witch watching her with a smirk on her face.
    “Anything else you want to compliment me on?” Alyssa asked sweetly. Triska gave her a small glare for a moment then smiled and leaned back on a pillow against the wall.
    “Yeah, there is,” she replied. “I’m impressed you’re taking being picked to go last so well.” Alyssa looked at her with a frustrated scowl as Triska crossed her arms and twitched her eyebrow with an arrogant smile.
    “I thought you would be rolling around on the floor, crying and whining about how unfair it was, but you haven’t done that. Good for you.”
    Alyssa trembled a bit with anger then glanced towards the back of the caravan, with the other girls looking over as well. Near the back wall was Daniel’s section, with his bag full of books set near the corner while his sleeping blanket was neatly folded and resting with the pillow for the day. Alyssa gulped silently then glanced to Triska, seeing the teen looking at the boy’s sleeping area with a proud smile as she knew what tonight held for her.
    “So what if I was picked last?” Alyssa snapped. “There’s nothing wrong with saving the best for last.”
    The other girls looked to her with annoyance before Triska smiled smugly at her.
    “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
    Alyssa clutched her staff in her hands tightly with a quiet growl then looked down at the map, trying to get her mind off of being chosen to go last in the girls’ solution to their unresolved feelings for Daniel.
    At the front of the caravan Daniel glanced back to seeing the girls sitting together, and thinking about what they had come up with to settle their fight over him peacefully. The proposed solution was fair, although a bit unconventional, and each girl agreed to it completely, with Daniel giving the final okay as he felt there really wasn’t any fighting it. Each night the girls would alternate with who could sleep with him. And by sleep with him, it wasn’t meant to involve intimacy if the boy didn’t want to do anything like that. Essentially each girl would be sleeping under the same blanket as him, right next to him; however they couldn’t go further than that unless Daniel made the first