3
Callia
I woke to silence. It wasn’t the awfully quiet kind of silence but instead it was the kind of silence that hums.
I didn’t know where I was exactly, all I knew was that it was soft. It was a bed, or something like it, beneath me. My skin was bare but the water was gone. There was no wetness or cold. It was just warmth, like I was wrapped in heat.
The ceiling arched high above me, glowing faintly like danw breaking through milkglass. Only that it wasn’t the sky. Of course it wasn’t. It was a loving stone lined with coral and pearl veins, pulsing faintly with light. The skeets beneath me shimmered. It was impossibly smooth. Silk? Yeah, sea-silk. It had he color of moonlight. I ran my hand across it, watching how it caught the glow and how it rippled with my movement like the surf
