without a light

A familiar deep voice pulled her from her morose reverie, and she turned her head to see Laufey standing uncertainly behind her. She tilted her head towards the edge of the gorge in questioning invitation - would he care to join her? - before turning her gaze back to the blood red sky as it brightened and wavered with a weak light. "How are you feeling this morning, Laufey?" she asked with a faint rumble of amusement. The little lemur's mead kicked like a mule, and she could imagine the effects of more than the simple taste she'd had of it would be much less pleasant. She found herself feeling... strangely, as though the world had not quite gone back to normal yet after the dream state she'd been in the night before, but not sick as she might have expected to feel if she'd overindulged in alcohol.