As quietly as she could, Callista slipped from her sheets and padded
on silent feet to the door. She was risking punishment, she knew, but
she couldn't help herself. She was careful and stuck to the shadows
as she tried her mentor's quarters and then the forge upon finding
the first vacant. She huddled by the dark shadows of Seneca's
worktable. The remembered nightmares didn't make her heart race now.
The darkness seemed far less intimidating in the company of her
guardian, still unaware of her presence at the moment, and pounding
at her anvil in the firelight.
((This Drabble is a precursor to my
Drabble for “Needy”.
When I first wrote it, I had two paragraphs and far too many words. To edit it down, I cut the first paragraph. If you would like to read the full, I included it below:))
Callista couldn't sleep.
Twice she had tried since lights out to do so, but dreams of her sire's face looming before her would shake her from her rest and
bring her back to the quiet barracks. Her pupils were wide as she
looked around the dim room. Her fahrar mates slumbered away in the
beds around her.
As quietly as she could, Callista slipped
from her sheets and padded on silent feet to the door. She was
risking punishment, she knew, but she couldn't help herself. She was
careful and stuck to the shadows as she tried her mentor's quarters
and then the forge upon finding the first vacant. She huddled by the
dark shadows of Seneca's worktable. The remembered nightmares didn't
make her heart race now. The darkness seemed far less intimidating in
the company of her guardian, still unaware of her presence at the
moment, and pounding at her anvil in the firelight.
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