Being part plant, Pine could get by on very little sleep. That did not make the loud noises any less obnoxious.

As the disruptive noise echoed through the hallways, jolting Pine awake, he groaned and rubbed his eyes. The thin walls of his room did little to muffle Sabriel’s shouting. Pine sat up in bed, his hair tousled and his expression a mixture of annoyance and fatigue. “Ugh, not again,” he muttered to himself, pushing the covers aside and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

With a sigh, Pine got out of his bed and made his way to the door. As he stepped out into the hallway, he could hear the guards already attempting to intervene, but he knew from experience that Sabriel was not easily deterred.

Running a hand through his hair, Pine approached the scene. He glanced at the guards, nodding in their direction, before focusing his attention on Sabriel.

“Sabriel, do you have any idea what time it is?” Pine called out, his voice carrying a hint of irritation. “You couldn’t have at least waited for the sun to be up?”