Chapter 6‘Come on, move yourself. It’s nearly dawn.’
Dvolci’s deep voice rumbled cavernously through the slumbering darkness where Atlon was floating. It provoked a response that Atlon felt was lucidity itself, but it was a distant and unintelligible grunt that actually drifted into the gloomy Wyndering room. There was an exasperated sigh, then a significantly more purposeful, ‘Move yourself,’ accompanied by a poke at the form under the blankets.
Atlon repeated the grunt more slowly and waved a vaguely defensive arm towards his tormentor, but otherwise did not stir. The poke was contemplated again but abandoned in favour of a vigorous shaking. Atlon swore into his pillow then plunged his head underneath it.
Dvolci chuckled darkly, ‘Lie there, if you wish then. But you’ve made better cho
