ypypy: переводы

→Gala nodded, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow. Night had fallen on them abruptly, and only the scant moonlight provided illumination to the path ahead of them. To either side was inky darkness.

→“Should we make camp?” Gala asked, spurring her mount to walk abreast of Diana’s.

→“Where’s this ‘dark danger’ we were warned of?” Diana scoffed as the last vestiges of sunlight disappeared and plunged them into thick, gray twilight. Even so, Gala saw her friend’s hand drift toward the sword at her belt.

→Gala stirred at the change of subject, but only nodded. She adjusted her seat in the saddle, yawning to shed the apathy caused by the gentle roll of her horse’s gait.

→“These people are insane,” Diana said suddenly, gesturing toward a covey of quail that scurried boldly across the road. “This place is a wealth of game.”

→Although the twisted oaks and soaring elms that lined the path were gorgeous, there was a sinister cast to them. With true night fast approaching, Gala became certain that eyes were upon them. Diana was mostly silent, still smarting on the back of her skull where the thief had struck her. What words she did utter either had to do with their travel or with the questionable parentage of the thief they now tailed down the Low Road. The forest closed in around them. Sunlight was left behind. Evidence of plenty of wildlife grew around them.