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Minette woke shortly after Thalion to find that he was already up and about. She caught only the tail end of his conversation with Gregian, but it was pretty easy to surmise from the tone that the Duke was up to his old ways. Still, she was feeling refreshed, and it was hard to feel annoyed when she had finally gotten a decent night's sleep. Her shoulders and her legs ached, but she'd become almost accustomed to the feeling and when she stood and stretched, she barely noticed the new twinges.
There had been a time when she had been so certain she would never find anything at all enjoyable about Evernight… back when every sound she had heard, everything she saw from the corner of her eye terrified her to no end. Now, however, she was able to pick up on subtle beauties… the way the early morning light caught the tips of the treetops and cast them in pale gold… the faint smell of the elderfire bushes, their berries like honey to taste… The sound of Thalion's voice, even as he chided Gregian… strong and commanding, yet different when he spoke to her.
Smiling delicately, she approached him, looping an arm through his, "I haven't slept that well for a good while. Thank you, for staying with me. Are you hungry, or did you want to get an early start?"
Her eyes flickered briefly to Gregian. He was a mess… the stitching on his face ugly and raw, no doubt painful. His hair was matted down, his skin smudged and dirty… It was almost enough to garner her sympathy, "Morning, Gregian. I trust we'll have no trouble today?"
There had been a time when she had been so certain she would never find anything at all enjoyable about Evernight… back when every sound she had heard, everything she saw from the corner of her eye terrified her to no end. Now, however, she was able to pick up on subtle beauties… the way the early morning light caught the tips of the treetops and cast them in pale gold… the faint smell of the elderfire bushes, their berries like honey to taste… The sound of Thalion's voice, even as he chided Gregian… strong and commanding, yet different when he spoke to her.
Smiling delicately, she approached him, looping an arm through his, "I haven't slept that well for a good while. Thank you, for staying with me. Are you hungry, or did you want to get an early start?"
Her eyes flickered briefly to Gregian. He was a mess… the stitching on his face ugly and raw, no doubt painful. His hair was matted down, his skin smudged and dirty… It was almost enough to garner her sympathy, "Morning, Gregian. I trust we'll have no trouble today?"