Isla had spent the evening with Elsie after Vera had taken Jane back to camp, and while nothing had happened between her and the older witch, Isla had enjoyed the time they had spent together. Elsie had read silently next to her while Isla had stared out at the dark water of Lake Tshakapesh. Eventually Elsie had mentioned that Isla was welcome to stay for dinner, and while she hadn't answered her, Elsie had cooked enough for two. They spoke about politics, literacy and surprisingly, Elsie's brother. The older witch had never spoken about her family life before, and frankly neither had Isla, so it had come as quite a shock when Elsie had brought up a man named Nicholas who beaten up all the boys who had pulled her hair and poked their tongues at her while growing up. Isla had nearly been inclined to share her own story about her own sibling, but she had gotten cold feet at the last minute and had remained silent.
After a cup of decaffeinated coffee, Elsie didn't drink anything else, Isla had said goodbye after a quick but heated kiss that had left Isla hot and bothered. Elsie had known, the smile on her face more telling that Isla thought she realized, and then she had shut the door slowly, leaving Isla to head back to camp beneath the moonlight.
She was nearing the rock she and her friends sat on nearly every day, a rock not ten minutes away from the campgrounds when she noticed a body lying at the very top. She paused, the crunching of the sand beneath her feet disappearing as she stared. Had it not been for the foot moving in the air, tracing the constellations above, Isla probably wouldn't have recognized Vera laying there.
Moving forward, making sure her steps were louder than usual to alert her friend to her presense, Isla stopped at the bottom of the boulder and stared at Vera.
"You're out late."