Chapter Eight
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Sand“Did you sleep well?” Aurora asked, as I jumped onto the flying platform, Sunyin gripped in my arms. The thing hadn't moved since last I saw it hovering like a stagnant cloud awaiting the wind.
“I am well, thank you. Although, I found sleeping in a coffin most unpleasant after sleeping in a real bed.”
“You should have tried sleeping on a bare floor,” Merryweather grumbled.
Aurora untied the fop to which he made a great show of dissatisfaction until the task was finished. He then stood and clicked into position just about every bone in his body, much to my annoyance. After a thorough check of himself, including a variety of tongue clicks and patted limbs, he swept his hands before Sunyin's smiling face in a repetition of the previous day.
“Do I need to threaten y
