When the birds sing its morning tune and the smell of dewdrops began to hit her nose, Arabella's stirred from her sleep. Her body was tired but there were a lot of things she had to discuss with her sister today. They have planned to walk in the street, to share their sisterly bond while discussing what Ariel had seen in the castle of sorcerers, about Morpheus and others inside it.
She had always been curious of Lastor's comment— that most sorcerers do care for lady Circe only that Morpheus had insisted on her betrayal, but deep down they still care for her. A trust that was shared so deeply in her coven that even despite the curse they hang their believe proudly to Circe.
After thinking about her long day and how it wouldn't start unless she began to move, Arabella sink her face to her fluffy pillow once more before blinking toward the empty spot on her bed. She rummaged with her hands, feeling how it was ice cold and confirming that Cassius didn't return to the bed yesterday.
