Karigan sat there at the table, watching her father on the other side of the room. Bartering with a pair of men. Leaving her alone to find ways to amuse herself. She had already finished the book she had brought with her. So boredom now gnawed at her. Hands idly played with the gold ring around her finger. Her mother’s old ring scuffed and worn.
“Ready to go now, darling?” Her father asked warmly as he walked over to where she sat. “We just have a few more stops to make before we head back to the ship.”
“Yes papa.” She smiled brightly at her father as she collected her book off the table an followed after him out the door of the tavern into the light of the sunny day.
Karigan shook her head outside in the brightness. Gone was the place she had been moments ago. Tears began to sting her eyes. She had been out in the heat far too long. She was starting to see things now.
“Papa…” A note of longing on the simple word before her sad expression became a frown. She adjusted the braid of hair an looked around for a place of shade. She needed out of the heat before it kept making her see more illusions.
(Thanks for the Prompt! @ethereal-anomaly )
Spirit of the Warlock 