02-28-2021, 08:16 PM
Camellia
Sleep is her only relief from the heat. She languishes for hours at a time, rarely straying from their den except for in the deepest winter months when the temperature dips to its lowest (still unbearably warm, but cool enough that she can venture out and make the journey to cooler parts of Beqanna to get her fill of winter, to remind herself what it was that she was built for and then always, always making the arduous journey back).
But their voices filter in through the haze of her sleep, as they always do. Their voices wake her gently, until she cannot tell her dreams from reality. Until she has to pry one eye open to differentiate what is real and what is imagined. And she is filled with their laughter. It expands to fill all of the space in her chest and she cannot help the smile that steals across her mouth, betraying her.
She does not lift her head, though. She works, too, to subtly stifle her smile. She steadies her breathing and she is careful not to stir. She will pretend to remain asleep. She will let the sound of their laughter lull her back into her calm and wait to see what plan they come up with for waking her. Will Silene dump water from the canopy on her head, too? What a sweet relief it will be from the stifling heat if she does. Even the rain is too warm.
She does not know how convincing her feigned sleep is, but she suspects her sisters will play along with it even if they that they have already woken her.
But their voices filter in through the haze of her sleep, as they always do. Their voices wake her gently, until she cannot tell her dreams from reality. Until she has to pry one eye open to differentiate what is real and what is imagined. And she is filled with their laughter. It expands to fill all of the space in her chest and she cannot help the smile that steals across her mouth, betraying her.
She does not lift her head, though. She works, too, to subtly stifle her smile. She steadies her breathing and she is careful not to stir. She will pretend to remain asleep. She will let the sound of their laughter lull her back into her calm and wait to see what plan they come up with for waking her. Will Silene dump water from the canopy on her head, too? What a sweet relief it will be from the stifling heat if she does. Even the rain is too warm.
She does not know how convincing her feigned sleep is, but she suspects her sisters will play along with it even if they that they have already woken her.
@[Lyali] @[aestas] @[silene]