Aeisha woke sometime in the early morning. The apartment that she and the boys had slept in was brand new. There were no lingering smells of home or hints of memory. Just the rank scents of fresh latex paint and nylon carpeting. A ray of sunlight pierced through venetian blinds and touched upon her face. Her eyes felt heavy and dreams swam behind her weighted lids with each blink and rub of her paw. Her muscles urged her to lay back down. She transformed into human-guise instead, then stretched lazily.
The General and B.B. had gone off, she noticed, probably to get a good look at their surroundings. The others were sprawled on their jumbled beddings deep in slumber. Outside the window, the spire town was painted in radiant morning sunlight; Alune had gone off to shine her crescent down o
