The following day, I was awakened by a sharp knock on the tentpole. I startled awake, yawning wide, and rubbed my eyes bleary for a moment. Finally, after another rap, I mustered the motivation to leave the warm comfort of Fable's side, slipping on a dress.
"Lady Xiviyah!" Orion's voice filtered through the canvas, accompanied by a third sharp knock.
"I'm awake, " I muttered pulling the tent flap aside. "What is it?"
I blinked several times, adjusting to the bright light without the tent. Was it morning already? Just how long had I been asleep?
