Third person POV:
Morning came just naturally.
No alarms.
Just the sunlight slipping through the open pavilion, and the birds singing somewhere near the river.
Chris was the first one to make a move.
“I'm hungry,” he said, his voice was still rough, as he had just woken up.
“You were always hungry, anyway,” Star muttered, groaning and rolling to his side.
“Of course, I am,” he replied. “That’s my natural state.”
Akira slowly opened one eye. "If you don’t stop talking, I’m feeding you to Fenrir later."
Chris smiled. "That's too harsh of you, Akira."
Akira just rolled her eyes.
Lincoln sat up slowly, stretching his arms over his head. For once, his body didn’t feel light. The Forge remained silent at his side.
Ayaana was already awake and sitting cross-legged by one of the pillar
