that thieving bastard

She listened to Vanta’s quiet words, and the last thing she remembered was that quiet promise of a crusade. Then, sleep overtook her and she was lost to the world. She didn’t often sleep deeply, and she had slept mostly by snatches here and there. So she slept well, and she slept deep. Perhaps that was why she had ended up against Vanta - or being against Vanta had caused it. Either way, she awoke feeling well rested and warm.

Just as it was the last thing she remembered as she fell asleep, Vanta’s voice was the first thing she recalled as the waking world called to her. She opened her eyes, yawning as she did so. Realising her close proximity to Vanta, she was careful that her yawn didn’t toss her horns the wrong way.

“I slept better than I have in a long time, actually” she admitted, giving Vanta’s closest paw a fond pat. Was it strange how she felt as if she had known Vanta for a long time, instead of just a day?

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