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The bed was soft and fluffy; it smelled of an herb Malina could almost remember and it felt like sleeping in a pile of silk and feathers, which she thought might be a bit more accurate than intended.
The sand-cat slept on the pillow Malina wasn't using, and thankfully, he did not snore.
She had fallen asleep far more easily than she'd expected - a strange place with nothing but the reassurances of a cat that she was safe; a place far from home where magic seemed to do all the housekeeping, when she had considered magic something that was barely in one's life, or at least barely in her life; a place where she was still, when she came down to it, quite lost. She had slept solidly, but as the sun filtered in through screens of silk, paper, wood, and stone, all of her dreams were loud in her memory.
The bed was soft and fluffy; it smelled of an herb Malina could almost remember and it felt like sleeping in a pile of silk and feathers, which she thought might be a bit more accurate than intended.
The sand-cat slept on the pillow Malina wasn't using, and thankfully, he did not snore.
She had fallen asleep far more easily than she'd expected - a strange place with nothing but the reassurances of a cat that she was safe; a place far from home where magic seemed to do all the housekeeping, when she had considered magic something that was barely in one's life, or at least barely in her life; a place where she was still, when she came down to it, quite lost. She had slept solidly, but as the sun filtered in through screens of silk, paper, wood, and stone, all of her dreams were loud in her memory.
