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Aster

Health: 1,500/1,500
Mana: 300/300

Aster burst out of the room she shared with Alisea, feet skidding strangely as she equipped her shoes while running. She wanted to call "wait up!", but imagined that there was little she could do that would be more mortifying than that. Even so, she couldn't be left behind...

"Alisea! Reylan!" She stopped short of the two, equipping her armor with a faint "pop" as she did. "Sorry, I didn't realize that the plan was to head out so quickly." She blushed, an involuntary reaction that was becoming far too instinctive.

"Reylan, I'd be happy to spar with you, if you still need a partner. It'd be good for us both, right?" she noticed the dark-haired stranger, and nervously extended one hand. "I'm sorry, I interrupted you, didn't I? I just woke up, so I'm afraid I'm a little bit out-of-sorts. I'm Aster, a swordswoman. What did you say your name was?" She instinctively positioned herself near Alisea, without any conscious choice on her part, but just because her friend's presence made her feel more at ease.

Aster

Health: 1,500/1,500
Mana: 300/300

Aster remained still as a board. A flexible board. A board with a burning-red face and eyes screwed desperately shut as she took in the humorously implausible situation unfolding before her and beneath her.

Aster had always been a restless sleeper. At times she'd even gone so far as to sleepwalk, though it rarely came to that. For the most part, she was a bit like a cat, or water, in that she took up whatever space was available. She'd hoped that exhaustion and mortification would prevent this, but stress usually made it worse, and this was clearly one of those cases. Somehow, over the course of the night, she had ended up laying across Alisea like a lapdog, or an unnaturally warm blanket. What was this, a harem anime?

Deciding then and there that this could by no means go on the way it was, she made to move off of the other young woman, only for her to move herself. Oh, dear. Alisea was clearly awake as well. The only thing to do at this point was feign sleep. Aster prayed desperately that her blazing red cheeks wouldn't be noticed, or perhaps that the game wouldn't register the reaction.

Her head was lifted. She did her best not to resist the motion, as that would reveal her state of uncomfortable- well, not uncomfortable, exactly. She was actually very comfortable, just embarrassed. Yes, that was a better word for it.

Suddenly, with a soft thump, she made contact with the bed, Alisea having slid out from under her. Aster cracked an eye open a fraction, and was startled by the thump of Alisea nearly falling out of bed. Footsteps, then the faint, but distinctive sound of items being equipped. The sound of a book's spine creaking, then the scratch of quill on paper. Aster lay on the bed, listening to Alisea working at... whatever she was doing. It was a familiar feeling, listening to others while keeping to herself. Back home, listening had been about all she could do, and yet she still talked more than she should have... Well, perhaps she could remedy that here.

Eventually, Aster fell back asleep, and though it felt like another hour or so, only about ten minutes passed. By now, she felt safe sitting up, looking blearily around, and yawning out a "Morning." She did her best to maintain her composure, acting for all the world as though she had not, in fact, been sleeping on top of her friend for who-knew-how-long. She scooted to one side of the bed, letting her legs hang over as she straightened her simple, but quality clothes. "Did you, ah, sleep well, Alisea?"

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