Morning came too soon.
Malvoria had always been an early riser training made it habit, and ruling made it necessity but even she had to admit that Kaelith had changed what early meant.
Because Kaelith didn't wake up with the sun.
Kaelith summoned the sun.
Loudly.
From the foot of the bed.
"Mama! Yah! Yah-yah-yah!"
Malvoria blinked one eye open and groaned as a tiny hand smacked her thigh.
Elysia, still half tangled in the sheets, let out a sleepy "Nooo... betrayal..." before pulling the covers over her head.
Kaelith stood with one hand braced on the edge of the bed, her silver and red curls a chaotic cloud and her eyes bright with purpose. She didn't need food. She didn't need a change.
She needed Aliyah.
"Yah," Kaelith insisted again, more urgently this time, now climbing onto the bed like a determined goat. "Mama, Yah."
"I know," Malvoria said, dragging herself upright. "We'll see her soon. But we have other things to do first."
Kaelith didn't care.
