Chapter Thirty-SevenIn the morning, Bennty woke me from a restless sleep where nebulous clouds of energy chased me across a dead land, trying to eat me alive. I bolted upright, sending the pixie spiraling across the room with a high-pitched shriek.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
We went through the same ritual as yesterday, with Bennty flitting back and forth between the foot of the bed and my face. This time I found a long skirt and a sleeveless blouse, the color shifting between peach and plum.
“Aren't you too bossy for such a tiny thing?” I muttered. Bennty let out a string of high pitched noise, her arms moving around, pointing at me and the clothes at the foot of the bed.
Like the dress from last night, the cloth was made of a material I'd never seen before, thin yet warm and would stay that
