A faint smile appeared on Neph's face. She stared into the fire for a while, then leaned her back against the weathered black rock with a shrug.
"Who can tell? There are a lot of stories about the trials and tribulations he had to endure."
Bathed in the warmth of the fire and with his belly pleasantly full, Sunny felt his body and mind relax. Throwing a curious glance at her, he asked:
"What is your favorite story about that guy, then?"
Nephis remained silent for a while with a look of contemplation on her face, which was cast in shadows, with only its vague silhouette visible in the darkness… and the dancing white sparks that shone in the depths of her eyes.
Eventually, she said:
"Maybe it's not a favorite… but I often think about one of them, in particular."
Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"Which one?"
Neph sighed quietly before answering:
