Chapter 286: Ror
Morning arrived quickly, beginning as soft, gray light seeped through the curtains. I twitched as sunbeams fell across my face, slowly rising from the realms of sleep. The air was still and peaceful, carrying a cold that drove me deeper into Fable’s fur. The wolf growled softly, nuzzling my face with his snout, gently urging me to face the day.
"Just a little longer," I groaned, burying my face in his chest, breathing deep his familiar scent.
With the morning chill as it was, having such a warm, thick coat just wasn’t fair, and I was loathe to let it go. For some reason, surprising even to me, Fable decided to tolerate my selfishness and settled down, tail swishing across the floor. The noise was soft and soothing, nearly lulling to sleep once more.
The sunlight began to intensify, slowly warming the air and drawing the last of my drowsiness away. Yawning wide, I opened my eyes to slits against the sunlight, blinking rapidly as my eyes began to adjust. Fable gazed at me patiently, his tail slowing to a lazy arc. With another yawn, I struggled to pull away, somehow rising to sit with my back against his stomach. The air was sharp and cool, slipping through my sheer nightdress to caress my skin, sending a shiver down my tail.
Letting out a breath of condensation, I subconsciously reached for my mana, intent on warming the air with a spell, only to find my soul strained and dry. I sat there, motionless for a moment, before shaking my head. What was going on? Had I somehow cast something in my sleep? The only thing that felt clear was that this chill was getting a little ridiculous. It was summer, the morning should be getting warmer, not colder. Something was wro–
The anomaly.
With that one thought, the morning peace shattered, scenes of last night’s vision crashing upon me like the floods of a broken dam. The sudden rush of memories took my breath away, leaving me trembling against Fable’s side, my tail curling into my lap. Sensing my distress, Fable pressed against me, supporting me with his weight.
Brithlite, demons, the storm, Levin. Elise and Sari. How had I forgotten? The revelations spun around my head, ricocheting until even thinking became painful. I gripped my horn and squeezed my eyes tight, a dull ache reverberating in the back of my skull, slowly growing as I struggled to organize the sudden flow of information.
"Starlight?" A familiar voice cut through the storm, startling me from the memories.
My eyes snapped up, jumping around the room until they fell on a feminine figure in the doorway. The woman’s eyes glistened as she took a step into the room, her face slowly registering in the disorientated confusion of my mind.
"T-Tana?"