***Wolf’s POV***
The next morning, the illusion of the bright warm sun awoke me, and I wondered how I could have thought of giving it up, and living underground. I stretched long and tall before getting out of bed, and dressing in one of my more intricate dresses. I threw my cloak aside, for I did not feel like wearing it, washed my hands and face in the basin on the table, brushed my hair and left it down, and then went out into the living room. Tyda sat near the fireplace, sipping his tea and reading his book. “You’re early to rise Master Borothen.” I said smiling.
“Good morning Miss Faer.” He said standing. “Let me get you some tea.”
“Oh no, don’t trouble yourself,” I began, “I can find it.” I walked into the kitchen.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked, sitting back down.
“Yes
