Amberine's eyes fluttered open to the warm, soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the thin curtains of her small dormitory room. She groaned as she realized she had slept in—again. Her gaze drifted over to the small clock on her bedside table, and she cursed under her breath as she saw the time. She was late.
As she sat up in bed, the blanket falling to her lap, her eyes landed on Ifrit. The fire spirit, usually buzzing with energy, was curled up on her pillow in his salamander form, his small, scaled body rising and falling gently with each breath. He was… asleep. She blinked in disbelief. He never slept.
"Hey!" Amberine barked, her voice groggy and annoyed. She reached over and poked him in the side. "What the hell, Ifrit? You were supposed to wake me up!"
