DergTheDergon
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Pharos lay with eyes wide open, as the sun began to rise. he heard Zanna begin to stir, walk out the door, come back and begin to make breakfast. He watched her shadow move about on the ground for a while. Only when he smelled the food did he truly give up on trying to sleep, in favor of getting something to eat. He'd been laying awake for most of the night, but this was the norm for Pharos ever since the night his parents died. Sighing, he slowly sat up. Kiera was still curled up, wings wrapped around herself, sound asleep on top of Pharos' backpack. So as not to wake her, or the others for that matter, Pharos quietly got up, took one of the bowls and went outside where he had heard Zanna's footsteps go earlier. He sat down and began to watch the sunrise. Man, he wanted to go flying so badly... but it was dangerous... it would be better to make sure the Draik from last night was a false alarm first. He looked out into the rest of the village, and saw many of Zanna's sisters swarming about (no pun intended), preparing the village for some sort of festival from the looks of it, though he couldn't be sure. Pharos turned to Zanna. "Morning. It looks like your people are busy preparing for something... the dark elves' arrival, I'm guessing?"