The deep of night still flayed the forest when Rielle suddenly awoke. She sighed with satisfaction. She was in a bewitching haven with enchanting creatures. She belonged. Feeling protected, she snuggled under her cloak where it was pleasantly warm, while somewhere close, Pud contentedly snored. Rielle knew that all was well.
She took several deep, long breaths and wondered what the perfume in the air could be. Her eyelids closed and her breathing deepened as sleep stretched out its persistent hand. Gentle dozing became her friend, as rest quietly called her name. Rielle began to drift with sleep, but she had been mistress of her fate for too long, so suspicion was a friendly habit, which is why her mind battled and woke her up.
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