Dull mint eyes opened in the darkness of yet another too early morning without a decent rest. Elua studied the ceiling of the guest room in growing frustration. She acknowledged that she had at least managed a few hours of actual sleep more than yesterday.
The Whispering Skydancer's soft trills eventually drew her attention to where it perched on the windowsill. The bird cocked its head at its caretaker and its white eye gleamed at her in the pre-dawn moonlight. She spoke to it in her monotone, while really speaking to herself.
"I know. Being stubborn about this isn't solving it."
She had tried her own bed first, but gave up when her mind wouldn't quiet itself. The thought of Qat's past presence in the bed made the static-filled emptiness of her night a little easier to bear before she'd finally drifted off.
