23

~Aven 

My head knocks against a hard surface, jolting me awake. 

Yawning, I rub the part of my head I bumped before trying to stretch, silently cursing the small space of the cabin of the carriage. Light streams in through the window to my right, flooding the small space. Stace and Eryk sit in front of me, looking as tired as I feel. We left at a late hour last night, and I vaguely remember passing out quite quickly. 

"How long have I been asleep?" I croak, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My joints ache, protesting with each movement I make. My neck must have been bent at a strange angle, but at least Stace and Eryk seem to b