Lion Head Mesa Some turn to dust or to gold

Melody Medeiros finally learned to regret her shunning of sleep when one day, walking the halls, a wave of dizziness struck her. She paused, blackness creeping at the edges of her vision — and for a moment the world fell away.

She wasn't aware of falling, but was aware in the next moment that she was on the ground. And that her head hurt, and her tongue was bleeding where she'd bitten it. Melody grimaced and lifted herself gingerly, shaking the dust from herself. She winced. Exhaustion tugged at her, and she finally began to realize that maybe Tavina was right. Maybe she did need to sleep more.