Dawn broke quietly over the forest, golden light seeping through the treetops as Rukiyo sat perfectly still— her golden eyes reflecting the first rays of sun.
The night has passed in silence, and now she's trapped between Flykra's turned back on her left side and Blank's head resting heavily against her lap, his blonde locks tickling her skin every now and then.
She didn't move since he had fallen asleep, didn't even shift to get more comfortable, and just stared ahead blankly as sleep avoided her once more.
Her fingers absently curled into Blank's hair before loosening again, only to curl against his hair once more.
This process repeated for the past eight hours.
With the sun slowly making its way high into the sky, the sheer brightness of it had woken someone up.
It was Flykra who awakened first.
With a soft grunt, he shifted in his spot, his back straightening as he sat up and ran a hand through his long, messy white hair.
