Sleep was impossible for Frankie. She had sprang into being a vibrant and barely containable current. Somewhere there was always a turbine being turned creating the spark that kept her moving. The day Frankie shut her eyes would be the day when all those lovely electrical currents stopped being generated. If she thought about it (and Frankie never thought about anything for more then ten seconds) she might find the very idea of sleep terrifying. Right now it remained a foreign concept, an alien idea a thing that a lot of others needed but not her.
No, Frankie would never sleep. Frankie could barely stay still though she made every effort to do so for Caerus.
“Why did you need to hid?” She asked, keeping her voice low.