LUPION'S INCARNATE

SAELYNA

Hangovers do not occur with elves, unless you’ve had one of those cursed mead. So I wonder what causes the slight headache and nausea that hits me as I sit up to the sound of a crow.

'Blasted chickens’, Cyran mutters. He has his back to me, and he’s sitting cross-legged, facing the wall, hunched over something. I’m not good at sneaking…well, not on Cyran. I try it though and it works this time, mostly because he’s very focused on the kingpeas he clutches in his hands.

It doesn’t take long for him to notice me, though, and he sends the peas scattering across the floor. ‘You’re part of them too now? Sneaking up and startling folks?’ he says in a surprisingly even tone as he begins gathering them up. ‘Sorry. You stole rexume?’ I try not to sound accusatory but he notices however. ‘Obviously. Don’t start the lectures, please don’t’. I purse my lips, then I bend a