This time, she had to wonder if she'd woken up at all; the first thing she heard was a shrill, repetitive ring. It was the wrong sound to wake up to. It should have been the sounds of a sleeping Summerfell, deep breathing from the other rooms, and maybe the fitful cry of a hungry baby. The faint crash of waves on the shore.
There was a lot more noise than that, sounds she couldn't put a shape to, and when she opened her eyes, the ceiling was all wrong, too. She stuck her hand behind her head, where her pillow and, more importantly, the knife under it should be and came up with nothing. Nothing, and there was someone in the room with her; she'd closed her eyes, to fake sleep, to buy herself an extra moment of being ignored, hopefully, but she could hear them.
And then the person spoke, and just confused things more. She sat up, eyes fixing on... "O-Ren?"
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This time, she had to wonder if she'd woken up at all; the first thing she heard was a shrill, repetitive ring. It was the wrong sound to wake up to. It should have been the sounds of a sleeping Summerfell, deep breathing from the other rooms, and maybe the fitful cry of a hungry baby. The faint crash of waves on the shore.
There was a lot more noise than that, sounds she couldn't put a shape to, and when she opened her eyes, the ceiling was all wrong, too. She stuck her hand behind her head, where her pillow and, more importantly, the knife under it should be and came up with nothing. Nothing, and there was someone in the room with her; she'd closed her eyes, to fake sleep, to buy herself an extra moment of being ignored, hopefully, but she could hear them.
And then the person spoke, and just confused things more. She sat up, eyes fixing on... "O-Ren?"