It's close to dawn by the time he wakes up, if the light is anything to go by. Dawn of which day he's not sure; the pounding in his head and the odd sense of disorientation signal that quite some time has passed, and he's not sure how much. He senses that he's been unconscious longer than the six or seven hours would have passed if this is dawn ( Read more... )

Consciousness is slow coming, accompanied by a dull throbbing in the back of his head and a slight burn at his wrists, where rough rope abrades the skin. There's a sensation of movement, one that he's vaguely aware has been there for a while, and the feeling that there's another body close to him ( Read more... )

Tye comes upstairs after talking to Kestrel. She's given him a lot to think about.

He quickly checks in on Lochiel - the other Ihlini is asleep, back in his own form - and goes into the room he shares with Aidan.

Tye opens the door to his room and enters. The room is small and cosy, with a soft carpet, a large bed and a chair at a table. There are papers strewn across the table - songs in progress.

They have stopped for the night, and Tye is delegated to go gather firewood. He leaves Ashra tending to Siglyn and wanders into the underbrush, gathering dried leaves and twigs to start the fire, then larger branches to feed it. As he absently walks further from their encampment, Ashra's husky chatter and Siglyn's thin, reedy complaints fade ( Read more... )