Streaks of faded sunlight began to seep through the thin slits between the raisin purple curtains of the window as the light spread across the royal blue, satin bed sheets. The elvish woman slowly awoke from her slumber, feeling well rested as her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she noticed was the tall, blue, horned man, who was laying right beside her and had one arm underneath her shoulder blades, right below the pillow. He was facing away from her with his closed eyelids pointed to the ceiling, still asleep. Mairey carefully shifted in the bed, attempting to get up without waking him, until she noticed another person laying next to her.
Larkspur? She wondered as she laid her eyes on the red, horned man, laying on the other side of the woman, When did he get here? I thought he was going to be up all night working on something in another room.
