Lorelei’s patience with a seemingly shy Auriole is cut in half as a grouchy boy emerges from the trees to proceed to lay on the bed she made all herself and claim the first spot. 

Anger found her easily enough. 

She shot up from her dinner, stalking to the bed and grabbing the weaved edges. 

“Did I say this was yours?” She growls. “Get off my bed. Now.”