As the first light of dawn filtered through the dense canopy, I slowly woke up, blinking against the soft, golden glow. The tranquility of the stronghold, with its ancient trees and the chorus of birdsong, wrapped us in a cocoon of peace. Turning slightly, I found myself gazing at Raven's serene face. Gently, I reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, my touch lingering with affection.
Raven's eyes fluttered open, and a slow, warm smile spread across her lips. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.
"Morning," I replied, matching her smile. "How did you sleep?"
"Better than I have in a long time," Raven admitted, stretching with a graceful languor. "There's something about this place. It's so peaceful."
