After an unusually undisturbed night, Ty was jolted awake by the fairy's insistent voice. "Shouldn't you be waking up now?" she prodded, her presence a gentle yet insistent wake-up call in the dim light of dawn.
Ty grumbled, his voice muffled in the darkness as the fairy, dimly lit and buzzing with energy, nudged his cheek. "Come on, wake up. The sun... or suns are already up. You should get some reading done—to me, I mean, for you."
"And how do you know the sun's up? Also, did that old man ever come back?" Ty muttered, still clinging to the remnants of sleep.
The fairy glanced around, her energy undiminished. "Nope, I haven't seen him at all. And, uh, well, I just haven't been able to sleep. I've been getting these jitters all day as if I'm about to see something exciting!"
