Tempest woke with a start.
She was alone.
In her own bed, of course, but alone.
Not really alone. Squab was awake and hopping around. Tempest couldn't help but smile. The little animal always had the ability to make Tempest a little happier. Still, she was concerned that Dron wasn't in the room with her.
She vaguely remembered that he'd kissed her once or twice, but she didn't remember him leaving.
She turned on her back and looked up at the ceiling; her body was incredibly at ease. It was as if she were back on cloud nine. She was wary of the feeling. The last time she felt like this, Gerax had come to get them to let them know that the poor class was under attack.
Tempest pushed herself out of the bed; before she was even able to get her feet on the ground, she felt the slosh of liquid coming from her core.
