"Baby, we need to go mining. Wake up!"
"Give me five minutes. I'm really tired right now."
"You always say that. But no matter how hard I tried to wake you, you never woke up."
Namira shook Aaran's body, then gave up after a few seconds of trying. She knew the routine by now. In an hour, he'd wake. They'd rush to the mines, return late, and drag themselves into tomorrow already exhausted.
It was routine by now.
She wanted to fix their sleeping schedule, but Aaran was too lazy to do it.
"I can't blame him," Namira exhaled deeply—and looked to the beautiful scenery of the misty cliff and waterfall. She placed her forearm on the steel railing and leaned her cheek against it, taking in the scenery that never became boring. "The training had gotten more intense lately."
Just then, the cold wind blew harder against her skin.
For a good minute, she stayed motionless, letting the night wind brush against her.
