curse your dairy, island! curse it!

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta hummed softly into her pillow, wriggling at least partially out form under the thing cotton blanket. The morning was warm, although she could tell the sun was newly risen, because there was some coolness in the breeze, still. She sighed, basking in the peace of the moment, before it sunk in that she was feeling a little sore, which

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[dogbitesman]

"Oh?" William said sleepily, in the middle of the act of pulling himself up to a sitting position in the bed.

[dishabille_mal]

"Mmn," she said in the affirmative, shifting to look up at him, absently brushing some strands of her hair away from where they'd pooled across her cheek and collar bone. She smiled softly at him for a moment, then seemed to shake it off.

"Yes, it..." She stopped, frowning at the ceiling of their hut.

"........Huh. Um. Anyway, g'morning."

[dogbitesman]

"Good morning," he said, leaning over to kiss her temple before he slid out of bed and stretched as he walked over to his trunk. "You seem a bit distracted."

[dishabille_mal]

"No, just um. I think I had a...very vivid..." she shrugged a little, rolling onto her stomach, crossing her arms and resting her cheek on her forearm, watching him, "dream. I don't, usually." She had a stock selection of nightmares and little else, not that she discussed it.

"And I'm not distracted," she said, then yawned hugely, toes curling, before collapsing happily back, muscles released, onto the bed. "I'm just waking up."