I barely remembered the trip to the Glory Chaser's small, half-timbered house, and nothing about falling asleep. But when I awoke, I barely flinched at the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling or the small guest room around me. Borealis was nestled on the rough-hewn bedpost of my bed, with Fable curled up around it. The embers of a fire smoldered in the fireplace, and morning light streamed through the window, mixing with the swirls of starlight.
"How did you sleep?" Tana asked after I'd dressed and made my way into the kitchen, Borealis on my shoulder.
I yawned instead of responding, and blushed as she giggled.
"Sit tight. I'm cooking up some sausages we've been saving. Breakfast will be ready soon," she said.
