I woke just as Celine entered the room, carrying a tray of breakfast.
"Morning, Lyla."
I smiled, stretching as I sat up, eyes looking for Zephyr. "Morning, Celine."
She had resumed her duties some days ago, after her one-month leave, and was fully healed now.
Celine set the tray down on the bedside table, then glanced at me. "He's on the farther grounds with his brothers… they're, uh, playing, I believe."
"Playing?" My eyes narrowed into slits. "What do you mean playing?"
I couldn't imagine Zephyr playing.
Celine chuckled, perching on the edge of the bed. "Okay, maybe not playing, but play fighting."
"Why would they be play-fighting?"
"They're in their true forms."
That registered instantly.
"Oh."
"It happens now and then," she explained. "Sometimes to let off steam, sometimes
