sleep

The hoot of an owl nearby both frightened Dru inexplicably, and snapped her out of her stupor. She lifted a shaking hand to wipe away the cold layer of sweat from her face.

Syllea groaned as she turned over in bed again. Sweat drenched her underclothes/bedtime clothes and dripped from her brow. She sits up and places her bare feet on the floor.

"This heat is killing me." She mutters before standing up and pacing the room.

Syllea lay in bed looking at the ceiling. She had left the Pony not too long ago to get some rest, but she was having trouble sleeping that night. Every time she closed her eyes her parents and the dreadful night she lost them crept into her mind. Syllea decided to get up and see if Demlemoth was in the larger house. He was not, and Syllea began to panic.

While Carria slept, Sera did not...

I knew it! I just knew something was up. I'd say my sense for when real trouble's brewin' be both a blessin' and a curse! 

"Father! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Fengdiel woke with a jolt and a gulp as she sat up right in her tent in Ost Guruth, breathing fast and hard as one does when they wake up from a nightmare, her words still echoing in her mind as she rummaged through her pack to find the leather bound book that is her diary and began to write in it.

Peering into the glowing embers of the fire, it casting a slow, almost lazy glow into the room, as the flames were growing smaller.Laying comfortably on her side in the bed she was sharing with her husband. Syrioh's arm was as usual draped over her hips, hips still slender even though the bump on her stomach had grown a little bit, just enough to fit in the size of his large palm.