It was nighttime, and the curtains of Meredia's nalcony swayed gently with the breeze. The only source of light was the soft glow of the moon, casting long, silver shadows across the room.
Seryllia was curled up like a small, fury ball on Meredia's pillow, her wings tucked neatly into her fur, blending seamlessly into the shadows. Meredia herself lay in the middle of the bed, rolled up tightly like a cotton ball, shivering slightly as the cool wind swept into the room.
A voice, barely more than a whisper, broke the quiet." What a clumsy kid. You're still the same."
Seryllia's eyes snapped open, widening in surprise before narrowing in anger. Her fur bristled as she stared at the figure standing at the foot of the bed.
