The Sentinels Old Burns

Morning time! :) Assuming that Andr is still asleep when she wakes!

A deep, but quiet yawn was the first sign that Fleurette had waken. Eyes that matched the rays of the rising sun that spilled in through the entrance blinked open, clearing away sleep. They landed on Andr's still sleeping form; he had not slept next to her, she realized, and that made Fleur deflate ever so slightly. Her body wanted to move, to go to him and curl up against him. If only to give him comfort.

She watched him as she continued to lay in her nest of branches; it appeared to her that only one of them had slept soundly during the night. Something about this place must bother him. Why else would he have hesitated when we got here? It was a nice place, some areas not as developed, though; possibly something devastating had occurred here some time ago.

Her limbs felt alive again, the cold staved off by the thick needled-branches they collected. Lifting herself from them, she stretched, and another yawn--this one she was unable to stop--loudly burst from her as her limbs elongated. A small, ope, sounded from her lips, hoping that she hadn't woken Andr. 

He needed his rest, after all!