Lazy bones

Spread around the Little Slave's fox pelt bed were various pieces of stone and burnt sticks, she had used some of the big fire in the Col to burn them. She had been scribbling on a leather piece long into the night, plans for a venting system for the storerooms, and doodles of the Prince Spider as an actual spider. There was also a doodle of her goggles in one corner, and another doodle of Basilisk's companion, the winged serpent... wearing Ignita's goggles.

Basilisk's first throat clearing barely roused her, her soft white ears subtly flinched at his second throat clearing and she slowly unwound her fluffy tail from around herself. Weary golden orbs blinked and looked up at the warlord standing nearby. She brought her blond paws up to her face and scrubbed her eyes of sleep then looked up again.

"Hm?" She asked groggily.  

"Ignita"