#elsewhere

Citrine curls up with her borrowed awl at the ready! Thistle finds her mind drifting to Never lander weaponry…

“Tastes like crab.” Briar calls back, though a bit unnerved.

"You need a midnight snack, maybe pick a quieter one next time."

A mutter and there are blankets shoved under the crack to Briar’s door!

And Gwen says "Good night, Thistle" And she reeturns to her bed. I should feel so bad for that

"Night John Boy"

And to sleep, well earned, the warriores returns

Sleep comes eventually… and without interruption.

(Scene!)