Gabriel continually awoke with an enveloping gratitude as he took in the morning light with his crystal-clear vision. It had been so easy to take such things for granted in the past. It was amazing to him now, how much he appreciated the simple gift of being able to open his eyes to the world every day. He noticed a ray of light shine through as the flap of his tent opened. His older brother, Dragos, emerged through the entryway wearing a very severe expression, which would be inscrutable to anyone but Gabriel. Paired with his dark features and intense gray eyes, his brother’s hardened expression would frighten the meanest warrior. But it only proved to annoy Gabriel. Because, unfortunately, Gabriel knew that expression for what it was-plain, hard-headed stubbornness. “I’ve decided to move the tribe to go with you today.” Gabriel stood up, moving to fetch his tunic. “That’s not necessary.” “Have you changed your mind, then?”
