Roxy marched into Drax's room with a mission.
"Up!" Roxy clapped her hands sharply together, the sound echoing like a thunderclap off the stone walls. "Out of bed, Drax! The sun is up, the perimeter is clear, and we have exactly two hours before you need to be in the skies!"
A massive, deeply aggrieved groan rumbled from the center of the bed. A thick, dark fur blanket was aggressively pulled over a head of messy dark hair.
"Mother, please," Drax's deep, teenage voice vibrated with absolute, bone-deep exhaustion. "It is practically the middle of the night. Have mercy."
"Mercy is for those who are not traveling across the continent today," Roxy declared, marching directly to the towering windows and throwing the heavy velvet curtains wide open, flooding the room with blinding morning light.
Drax hissed, burying his face deeper into the mattress. He was entirely exhausted.
