Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Six - Dawn of a New Day

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Six - Dawn of a New Day

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Six - Dawn of a New Day

Wake up!

I blinked as I sat up in a vaguely-familiar bed. Huh? I asked.

Amaryllis was above me, talons on hips and frame bent so that her face was close to mine. I said wake up, we need to start getting ready.

Huh? I glanced around. My inn room was still dark, the only light coming in from some lanterns in the main room. The world outside the window was that blue-black that the sky took on when the sun was considering coming up. Wha times it?

Its time for you to get up and get ready, Amaryllis said. The summit is today.

But its still dark out? I asked. The confusion of sleep was wearing off, only to be replaced by other, new confusions.

She sniffed. Obviously. Come on, we dont have all day! With that she stomped out of the room. A moment later I heard her telling Awen to wake up from the next room over.

Yawning so hard my jaw ached, I stretched my arms out over my head, then shifted so that I was sitting on the edge of my bed. I was very much not bright-eyed and bushy tailed. I was more... blurry-eyed, and my tail was sleep-squished.

I stood up, ran my hand through my hair--which was getting pretty long, Id need to see about cutting it--then I stumbled out of the room and into the main lounge area. The desks covered in Amaryllis papers had moved; so had all of the papers stacked on them.

Amaryllis stepped out of Awens room looking like she was caught somewhere between smug and nervous. Hey, Amaryllis, I started. When did you go to sleep?

Sleep? she asked.

Amaryllis, you did sleep, right?

She huffed at me. As if I had time for something like that. Do you have any idea how much work there is left to do still?

But you need sleep, I said.

I can sleep once the summit is over. And it will be over soon, she said. Why arent you dressed yet?

I glanced out of the nearest window. Because its still nighttime?

Hmm, yes, you might get your dress dirty. No, wait, you could just clean it off! Thats no excuse! Go get dressed Broccoli. Amaryllis scurried off to her own room, the door clicking shut behind her.

I turned to find Awen leaning against the doorframe of her own room. Shes lost her mind, Awen said.

Maybe the stress is getting to her, I said. It wasnt quite an agreement, but it wasnt far from one. Ill ambush her with a hug once shes out of her room.

I think she needs more than a hug, Awen said. More like a vacation, and maybe a few days of sleep. She yawned, and I suspected that she wanted that for herself too. This is way too early to be awake.

Its fine, I said. I think you can go back to bed for a few minutes. Get a few more winks in before we really do need to get ready. Ill talk to Amaryllis.

Awen hesitated. I should probably be there too, she finally said with a sigh. I could tell shed really rather go back to bed too, but Awen was a good friend, and good friends could put sleep aside for each other sometimes.

I knocked on Amaryllis door twice. Amy? I asked.

Are you dressed already? Amaryllis asked. She opened the door, then stared at me and Awen. Both of us were in our usual sleeping clothes. Did you forget where you put your outfits? she asked.

I shook my head, then stepped into the room. No, were, uh, staging an intervention.

I didnt have anything like that. Then again, adventuring didnt usually require much by way of makeup, and besides I was never great at using that kind of thing. At most I liked using lip balms because the flavoured ones were tasty and they were nice in the cold.

I sat down in front of a little vanity in the corner of the room, and Awen went to work attacking my face with powders and creams. She didnt say anything, so I figured she knew what she was doing. The end result, some ten minutes later, was quite nice. It looks like Im blushing a little, I said, peering into the mirror.

Awen nodded. Putting makeup on you is just so easy. You have the Adorable skill, right?

N-yes?

She shook her head. And you dont even want it. You know, youre very silly, Broc.

I pouted. No. I pouted prettily.

Awen rolled her eyes, then gestured out into the living room. Amaryllis is probably ready by now, I still need to get into my own dress. Want to go distract her while I get ready?

Sure, I said. It was better than talking about Adorable. I really had to get my hands on one of those chivalry skills so that I could transform it into something more useful.

I helped Amaryllis--who had changed into her own ball gown, which was quite pretty--pack up her notes in a satchel. Then I spent a couple of minutes convincing her that we didnt need to bring every history book and all of the notes she made, especially since theyd fill up three or four luggage bags and be hard to carry with us.

Im ready, Awen said as she stepped out of her room. Shed done something with her hair, sticking it up in a ring of braids around the crown of her head.

Oh, you both look very pretty, I said.

Awa, dont say that, Awen said. Do we know how were getting to the summit?

Of course we do, Amaryllis said. I had the innkeep reserve a carriage for us. Were not going to walk across the city dressed like this.

It wouldnt be too bad, I dont think, I said. I could keep things clean.

Sure, but think of the message it sends. Besides, Im stressed about this enough, I dont need to be stressed and exhausted at the same time.

I gave her another hug, because hugs were free to give, and then grabbed her by the talon. Breakfast first.

Im not hungry, Amaryllis said.

Then itll be a light breakfast for you. But you dont want to be hungry on stage, and you dont want your tummy rumbling during the summit. Oh, and youll want to use the bathroom before you start your speech.

I can take care of myself, Broccoli, Amaryllis said.

Sure, I replied.

Awen and I still dragged her over to the inns dining room where we got a quick breakfast. Mostly it was fluffy pancakes and a bunch of fresh fruit with some sugary sauces to dip them in. Light but sweet stuff.

Once everything was eaten up (we made sure Amaryllis had a few bites) and I sprinkled some Cleaning magic around to keep hands and talons clean, we headed all the way downstairs where a member of the inns staff had us wait for the carriage to be prepared.

Amaryllis paced back and forth, of course. Eventually she started to mutter her way through her speech, with Awen and I listening and telling her that shed do just fine.

Soon enough we were led up onto a neat carriage behind a pair of big horses, and we were off to the summit.

Everything was going to be just fine. At least, thats what I kept telling my nervous bird friend.

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