Ravensblood Forest of the third kind

Follow-up for Java & @Tiarnan

Bazi woke from a brief and fitful sleep with a soft gasp. The forest floor was dappled with the oranges and reds of dawn that shifted slowly, silently with the rising sun. Everything it touched was ablaze with colour. Tiarnán's sleeping body glowed a deep, reddish-brown in the light of early morning, and her own pelt appeared orange. There was an atmosphere of potential - of things still to be done.

Bazi blinked a few times, adjusting her eyes to the light. Tiarnán. She glanced up at the gently snoozing body next to hers - this boy who had so willingly shared her bed. His face was buried in the thick, cotton-like ruff of her neck, ruffling the fur with soft, delicate breaths. Codlata, she thought, recalling the foreign word for sleep. And what was the other one? Ainm? It sounded a bit like name, she mused, thinking of the words she might teach him today. The strangeness of the situation hovered around her head like a fat, persistent fly - Bazi did her best to ignore the persistent buzz, savouring this odd and delicate moment.

"Tiarnán?" she murmured, nudging the male's leg with her nose. "Sleep?"