— ZORYN —
The six of us found a small clearing on the outskirts of the festival grounds, where we decided to lie on the ground for a while. We have all been mostly silent, even Roan, since we got here; the excitement of the day must have worn us all out.
…Actually, I think Roan is asleep. I can hear the faint sound of his steady breathing next to me—a sound I'm very familiar with.
We've been staring up at the sky for so long that I lost track of time—it isn't until Orien speaks that I realize we've been out for a few hours.
"We should probably get back to our lodgings," the avian says softly. "It's nearly two in the morning, and we have to pack our things in the morning."
"Ugh…" Roan groans, stirring awake slightly. "Whoa, where are we?"
I scoff, "You always sleep so deeply. Good morning, nerd, we were stargazing, and you fell asleep."
"…Oh, right—Moonfall," he mutters, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Miss Champion."
