Swith Witherward wrote:"Ohmygoodness!" Naomi gasped when Bran spoke. "You're not supposed to wake up during the ritual." She laughed and then added, "I have no idea what's going on. Swith told me she was busy and sent me down there to make sure you arrived okay."
Gretta woke up in the hotel room disoriented but comfortably warm. Her eyes scanned the area, taking in her dark surroundings as her foggy brain tried to reengage itself. "I was on the beach, I fell asleep, and... there's a human in this room." Her eyes locked on to the hotel maid as the woman crossed back into the bathroom with a toilet bowl brush. Gretta nuzzled NVE in his sleep and slipped out from his embrace. "Ah, complimentary breakfast for us," she told herself as she crept towards the bathroom. By the time NVE awoke, the hotel room had a revitalizing mist of steam from the shower, extra towels and soaps, and a feast prepared in the bath tub.
Swith crawled out of her portal and meandered back up the stairs. She was still worn out from the effort of purging Dani's things from the building. She had spent the night in restless meditation, concerned for Dani's sake and troubled by the senseless death of the man in the pizza parlor. She hadn't understood what made Bones stop walking and nor why he said what he said, and hindsight was nudging her elbow and telling her that his response may not have been meant as an insult. To further complicate her morning, no one had cooked breakfast.
"Meh," she grumbled, helping herself to coffee and ignoring the demons in the dining room. One sip told her that 'Zebub had make it. "Ah Bran, you may be the waffle god, but no one makes a perfect pot of coffee like the Lord of Flies." She didn't even need to add sugar.
Giovenith slowly popped up from underneath the other side of the table. "Most High?"