"Oh! Is it morning already?" asked the voice.
The gem began to shine more boldly, but its light was outdone by the newly-risen sun's.
"Good morning!"
There was renewed excitement in Flit's voice. The new day meant possible freedom for him, after all! The night had passed so quickly it seemed, for all sense of time was lost to the prisoner. He had stayed up all night, in a span of time indistinguishable from any other, simply... thinking.
There was not much Flit knew about his predicament. From both previous knowledge before and knowledge gathered since the ritual, he toyed with some theories on how these humans could possibly release him. These were just silly ideas, thought up to keep the mind from going dormant again. They could wait until all other plans were exhausted.
Hopefully, it would not come to that. Some were... crazy, to say the least...
Others had an unpredictable possible outcome...