Naia was awake all night, alert, a stoic guardian. Or rather an alarm bell, because she herself could do little without Raoun, who was asleep. But since she herself needed no such luxury, the night was long, drearily boring, and the morning came with rays of golden light fully welcomed, because that meant Naialei could wake Raoun and Meriana.
Meriana... Raoun...MERIANA...RAOUN!!!
Raoun sat up, ripped from his dreams by a sweetly singing voice that had turned into a banshee's wail before he could even register what it was saying.
"Wha-?!" was the ever eloquent reply, accompanied by a look of startled confusion.
