early mornings

Red

Moving quietly and having a gimp leg tend to be mutually exclusive activities. Stands to reason.

Doing it in the dark, with only the smallest of glows from the decorative crystals in the room to guide you whilst you hobble about? Or the wane light of the pre-dawn peeking through the curtains? Peak of idiocy. Invitation to disaster.

That is, unless you've had years upon years to practice.

"Mmm-hmm-hnn..." Pop! "Hmm'mm. Finally."

Sleeping on this jagged ground makes me wish I could curl up in one of Silvermoon's fine silvery, silky beds again. My lower back was killing me from sleeping on such a weird angle. Partly on my side, sprawled across Liore's stomach ... even with a sleeping mat and bedroll, this was hell and a half. And sometime between six and seven in the morning, I finally rolled one eye opened and took half a moment to remember where I was.