[b] Blaze [/b]

I wake up to a pillow directly in front of my face. My sister is curled on the other side of it. I sit up to get a good look at her. She's in the fetal position, making herself as small as possible and looking every inch innocent. Clutched tightly in her hand though is a dagger waiting to cut down anyone who dares approach me uninvited in the night. I hear her heartbeat quicken and pick up to match my conscious state. I sigh, roll my eyes, and seek cover.

[b]Flame [/b]

I'm on my feet, my dagger arcs through the air as I cut the throat of the would-be assassin. I open my eyes and the only thing cutting is the rays of the sun through the roof of the hut. I groan and shut my eyes tight again. I hear many receding footsteps. A person yelling about a place called Shadowhold. I slept way too soundly if I didn't hear them approaching. This is why you don't drink on the job and besides that..

"Oww..." I rub my head and whimper. 

" A pint sized fox shouldn't try and drink her weight in alcohol. " Blaze is using annoying brother voice.
 
" Not like you tried to stop me." I open one eye to see him shrug. I immediately close it again. 

"Lesson learned the hard way. " 

I groan again and lean against the wall. I don't even remember getting here last night which means Blaze must have carried me out. "When did you even carry me in here?" His answer surprises me.

" If you're looking to thank someone it wasn't me." He nods towards a sleeping Gaul and my face could be a Christmas ornament for how red it goes. I rack my brain trying to remember if I said something stupid but my brain is a big black void. I hazily remember talking about Haust. Didn't I? This is going to be maddening but maybe it'll come back to me slowly. I send a silent prayer to the ancestors that I didn't make a fool of myself.