Vevina lay silent, trying not to make a sound when Astrid's shadow loomed over, like a bird of prey, over the ceiling.
She shut her eyes tight, fearing she would swoop down and descend on her like a mighty eagle on the hunt, and after several anxious moments passed nothing happened, she slowly opened her eyes to have a peek.
No shadow hovered over her, and she briefly wondered if she had dreamed it all until she once again felt Astrid's presence. She was in the room. What should she do? What was expected of her? Did she sit up, acknowledge her, welcome her?
Vevina wanted to cry out in frustration, but instead remained silent and waited. When Astrid did not make herself known, she grew curious and inched herself up slowly in the bed. She stared with confusion at her wife, who she now c
