Willows
05-27-2020, 08:07 PM
Throughout the night, she would wake with a start and look around when something disturbed her. She would toss a glance at the fire, at Cairo, and then settle down again. Once, she stretched and left the campsite for a quick lap of water, but for the most part the girl rested easily, breathing softly as she drifted in and out of consciousness.
When her eyes opened again, the stars were gone. The sky was still dark, but behind the dark silhouettes of the willows, the deep, dark indigo was beginning to wash into pale violet. The clouds on the horizon were tinged with sunlight, gold lining their bellies. Malalia stretched her jaws wide in a keening yawn, lazily pulling herself upright. and rolled over onto her other side with an inaudible murmur.
Even with her cozy, rabbit-lined den waiting for her back at home, she was comfortable enough sleeping here. Come to think of it, it was the first night the young woman had spent away since she joined the Armada. "Away" being just outside of their borders... but it was enough. The energy had been different.
Grumbling contentedly, Malalia closed her eyes again to the world. The sun never greeted her this early, and she wasn't about to change that now.
Her chest steadily rose and fell. Slowly, slowly, came a growing awareness of the world. Her ears twitched at the distant calls of the morningbirds, a frog croaking nearby. Her brows furrowed, a whispered, "Nooo...." escaping her maw. And dammit, she was actually somewhat awake, now. Of course, it probably didn't help that she'd stayed up late the day before, and then napped the entire afternoon. Probably threw her off. That's wack....