What is that sound?
It's all dark around me except for faint ambient light in the alcoves. My ears perk up, but I don't give any hint that I'm awake. Just in case.
Something doesn't feel right. Or smell right. Apart from the animal scents around me, and the smell of the grassy bed, there's a distinct human smell here.
And footsteps.
Someone's here. It's not Kaline. Her steps are light and quick like a preteen girl's, except when she clomps in boots. Same thing for Vedette as a teenager. It's not Lamant. His steps are heavier, more masculine. It's not Minette. Her footsteps are purposeful. Lady Lammermoor barely makes a sound thanks to her elven grace.
Is it one of the Lammermoor servants? Or Hans Lammermoor?
[Lightning.]
No answer.
[Lightning!]
Still no answer. Ugh. She must be still asleep. How can she sleep when there's a potential intruder here?
[Lobo!]
A sleepy growl answers me.
[Lobo! Wake up!]
His growl is grumpy now. [I'll tear you apart if you don't shut up.]
