[center][h2][color=ec008c]Alisea[/color][/h2]
[h3]Day 4, 7:52AM - Eden Hall[/h3][/center]
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Daylight flooded through the window and over Alisea's closed eyes.  Slowly, gently, its warm glow drew the young woman from unconsciousness, through the realm of dreams, and back to the reality that seemed a dream.  Long eyelashes fluttered open to greet the day--it certainly looked to be a beautiful one.  As the fog of sleep lifted, her brain began diagnostics to determine what was real and what had been only a dream.  The ceiling was not that of a modern bedroom, but rather sported the wooden beams of a medieval fantasy; Talrae had not become only a dream.

Her follow-up observation required more analysis:  something heavy and very warm was draped across her torso.  That was an abnormality that would bear further inspection.  Turning her eyes down, Alisea found the quilts askew and a very unconscious Aster laying sideways beneath them--and over the top of Alisea.  Her thoughts jump-started and memories of the night prior raced into the void.  Eden Hall, Aster's speech, the plans for a guild, and finally the room they had rented.  Again, Alisea looked down at her sleeping partner.  How she had made it there--and without waking Alisea, no less--the magess would never know.  But she wasn't [i]really[/i] heavy, and the added warmth made the covers extra-cozy.  [color=ec338c][i]'To rectify, or not to rectify, that is the question,'[/i][/color] Alisea thought, smiling at her... friend.

That particular decision would have to be postponed.  Her first order of business was to carefully extract herself from the bed without waking the swordswoman.  Alisea gave a few experimental fidgets; when Aster didn't react, she tried sliding sideways.  Still the woman slept on.  Summoning all the care she could manage, Alisea slipped a hand under Aster's head and lifted gingerly, raising her just enough to prevent her chin from catching on Alisea's ribs.  As soon as Alisea had squirmed her body past, she lowered Aster's head to the sheets and breathed out a sigh of relief.  The magess twisted her body over to where she could swing her legs out of the sheets--and promptly found herself in freefall, realizing a moment too late she had miscalculated how near the edge of the bed was.

[i]*Thud*[/i]

Alisea dared to raise her head and peek at her companion, afraid the noise had been too much.

Aster lay still as ever, sleeping soundly on.

For the second time in as many moments, Alisea breathed a sigh of relief.  The morning was off to a strange start.  Checking the time only reinforced that thought; Alisea had slept until nearly eight in the morning.  It was no wonder there was so much light filling the room; the better part of the morning was already gone.  There was far too much to do to be sleeping any longer!  Second order of business:  to write in her journal.  She hadn't while camped on the road, and she definitely hadn't last night after the meeting.  Party?  Debriefing?  Meeting would do, she decided, sitting at the wooden desk and drawing book, ink, and quill from her inventory.