"I think the sun is brighter here," Darras remarks between stories. Though it was good to see to the roof first thing, he ought to have joined Yseult in her nap. The work and the travel hadn't felt tiring, not during, but now that he's been laying in the sun and in the grass, and now that he's well-fed, and listening to a collection of the pleasantest sounds in the world--the sound of Yseult's voice, the distant waves, the wind ruffling the grass--now he could quite fall asleep, though he hasn't, not yet.
He stretches, arms reached overhead, fingers flexed. Rosana had come out with them and had chosen a spot for her second nap on Darras' chest. Annoyed by the interruption, she holds on to his shirtfront with her claws, which makes him laugh and drop his stretch lest he annoy her any more.
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Date: 2022-02-01 04:09 am (UTC)He stretches, arms reached overhead, fingers flexed. Rosana had come out with them and had chosen a spot for her second nap on Darras' chest. Annoyed by the interruption, she holds on to his shirtfront with her claws, which makes him laugh and drop his stretch lest he annoy her any more.
"Brighter, and warmer."