Life of the Strange

Lucid Dreaming

As it turned out, the plan had worked– as the monstrous cluster of Dietraps had soon withered away to a pale, ashy heap on the ground by the end of the day. Normalcy (or at least what looked to be normal's distant cousin) had been restored to the castle.

Siren and Lambent had gone off somewhere in the library after the creature's passing to see if they could find records of anything resembling the Heinous Dietraps, so they didn't join for dinner like they usually did.

The excitement had worn away from Aardy as she stuffed her mouth with Mac n' cheese. She felt rather satisfied in the fact that today's events would make great inspiration fodder for her writing.

Duke sighed, which was starting to be a greater habit of his. "Aardy, what did I tell you about chewing what you have first?" He sounded more resigned than commanding, the factor probably being his current state of tiredness.

She winked at him.

Duke looked unamused.

Tenor just felt bored from his spot at the table.
"She's been chewing at the same speed since she's first ever had chewable food, let her be." He said passively.

Duke sniffed with renewed vigor on the subject. "Well I'd hope not! What if she chokes? Oh, I can't even begin to imagine such a scene." His voice became a lot more British-themed the more distressed he got. The type of speech was coded into his mind, and easily slipped out when he worked himself up. "I think preventing her from getting hurt is much more important than "leaving her be." The very thought!"

"Your right...we have to protect the dear children." Tenor finished the sarcastic line with a pointedly British voice.

Duke grunted, perturbed.

Aardy felt herself getting less and less amused herself by the scene, the more she was referred to as a simple child. She chuckled at Tenor's addition to the conversation though.

Aardy chewed on her food thoughtfully as she wondered what clever thing she might say. She realized that her brain felt very numb, even of any clever comebacks. Was she tired from the long day?

So she just gave Duke one of her plain looks and said, "I think I'm going to bed now."

Duke's face quickly took on a worried tone.

"Oh, ok...you haven't finished your food though, are you feeling ok?" The girl he knew, historically, only skips out on her meal when she's feeling worse for wear.

Aardy had had enough of the worrying for one night. "I'm fine, I'm the perfect opposite of helpless, actually." She scooted her chair away from the table. "Good night my fellows." She yawned before stepping out.

Tenor and Duke wished her a good night.
Duke's brow furrowed. She had been a bit too curt than usual. Maybe everyone's attitude tonight had been a bit sour. He soon shrugged it off as nothing, noting his own tiredness.

Aardy climbed into her purple sheets. The soft sounds of the forest surrounding the large building were highlighted by the dim lighting in her room.

The only lights she had on at the time were tiny, star-shaped night-lights that mimicked what the sky should feel like at this time. Filled with glittering dots.

Too bad she so rarely got to see it. The night sky. The night air. Any feature that came with being outside, really.

She huffed. Why was she thinking these things, especially being so tired?

Aardy had suddenly felt a wave of tiredness hit her when made it into her room after she left the Dining hall.  Just completely drained, utterly sleepy.