Taelaina’s lips curved into a smile as she looked up at the man who picked her up from her fall. He was absolutely dashing. Exactly what she always dreamed of. And family always called her silly for her dreams and her fantasies and her aspirations. Yet here was the man of her dreams. Her breath caught in her throat as the man leaned his head towards her, lips parted...
“In the name of the bloody gods are you ever going to get up, girl?” shouted a voice from the other room. Taelaina had no choice but to snap awake, her auburn hair flying about as she hurried out of bed and into her clothes. This wasn’t the first time she regretted offering to assist Master Cheylan in his journeys, nor would it be the last. Granted, he was brilliant. He was also a kind man. A priest, so he claimed. I'll continue to find it strange that such a dedicated man swears like a sailor, she thought to herself.
However, daybreak, to him, was the time to be awake and ready to hit the road. For Taelaina, it was simply a milestone in her night, indicating that she still had time to enjoy her wonderful sleep, even if she did end up dreaming most of the night. She just knew that today was another day during which she could not fix her appearance, and would just end up collapsing in bed, peeling off bloody and dirty clothes and leaving her hair as a mangled mess.
Master Cheylan said it would be a spiritual journey. Not a dirty one.