Onainat had been sprawled across her bed, hugging her pillows with one arm and bunching up all the sheets under one leg. The inn's mattresses were wonderful that she hadn't been dreaming of anything. Onainat loved big, black, endless sleeps. The kind that she couldn't remember falling into or coming out of. She always felt like they were hugs from the stars. The best kind of hug.
This sleep was of that sort until a series of knocks broke everything apart. She jerked awake, caught off-guard and went tumbling from her bed. Just before Onainat connect with the hardwood floor, she teleported. Magic placed her on her awkward feet by the door.
She rubbed her eyes and touched her out of control, curly hair. She hadn't taken off her traveling clothes when she got to this room, she'd just stumbled into bed. Still, Onainat made sure she was all covered before she opened the door with a yawn.
Looking from her father to Iluq, she squinted and then scratched her head.
"Whatever happened, it wasn't me," she protested tiredly. She shook her head. "Unless you're mad about the wine...that was me. Well mostly. I paid for the extra bottles!"
The more awake Onainat became, the more she noticed. The ocarina in her father's hand was hard to miss when she opened her eyes more. It accompanied the lack of color in his face. What was happening?