[Next Day: Morning]
•Bedroom•
[Ovelia's POV]
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the flowers on the table beside my bed. The morning light caught the edges of each petal, making them glow like they were lit from within.
The second thing I felt was the softness of my stuffed toys.
The wolf and the fairy were still cradled in my arms, their fabric warm from being held against my chest all night. I squeezed them gently, feeling the familiar comfort of their presence—two small guardians watching over me while I slept.
I turned my head toward the window. Golden light streamed through the glass, warm and inviting. And with it came the realization that had been waiting at the edges of my consciousness since I'd first stirred.
Today is the Lantern Festival.
