Sunshine woke up in the night. Her eyes snapped open, her mind already racing with the repairs she needed to do later and her meeting with the council. If all went well, the apocalypse could end within a month. She didn't linger in bed; there was no time for luxury lounging when everyone relied on you.
She headed straight for her training space to begin her storm-binding practice. It was grueling work, like trying to wrestle a dangerous hurricane into a Mason jar. Her muscles ached, and her hair was a frizzy mess of static electricity, but she had an audience.
Nine and Vortan were leaning against a pillar, looking entirely too relaxed. They were eating anything that they could get their hands on, as long as it caught their eyes. Sunshine started to think that perhaps that was the reason they were really there.
