"You should wake up now."
Miran's head was pounding as he rose from the bed at the voice's command. He was back in the room he kept waking up in. The owner of the voice was to his left and instinctively he sent out a beam of Light. He knew it wouldn't harm the person, just restrict their movements until he could collect his thoughts.
"Refrain from using your powers in such ridiculous ways, they are already too low as it is."
A woman sat primly in a dark seat that faced his bed. Her polished copper hair shone in the daylight that brought out the red and orange tones in it even in the . Her tanned skin was made even more so by the black dress she had on. It was as stiff as the woman who wore it. Her posture was straight, her back never touching the chair. Held back in a conservative updo, her hair gave her a strict look. A string of gold twirled around her fingers. She stroked it as one would a furry pet.
"I am the spirit of Light, so do not waste my time asking."
