Inari sends her missive to Tychus with one of the messenger demifae. She could have a reply by morning, fluid as time is in faerie. She asked Tychus to recommend a healer for Weebit, if any had more experience with the demifaes that had damaged wings. She also asked if he knew anything about butterfly grafts. Sighing, Inari starts to undress and get ready for bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed she can hear the sounds of couples coming up the stairs, murmurs and soft whispers in the hall and doors opening and closing.
I chose this life and all that entails. Still, there are times when it feels so lonely... I am sure Ky wont make it back until morning, no matter what she said.
Inari moves from the bed to the window sill. Unable to sleep she decides to watch the night shadows and tries to formulate some kind of plan to trap Morgan...
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