Word Count → 200+ :: Once she convinces him to take her we'll just fast travel and suddenly end up at which ever venue she wants.
Light’s head ached unlike anything he had ever felt and was glad to find himself on the floor of his small hut that he still shared with the family. Half upon the furs that lay out across the dirt; his face and upper body not part of that half. He groaned as he tried to get up his head still spinning and body aching. He wasn’t sure what he had done the night before the festival taking a toll on his body. He decided that day he would rest, let his body just recover. So he plopped himself back into the dirt and was ready to start drifting back to sleep. The hunter’s usually well groomed hair was strewn out into two very ratty braids that were lined with bent or broken feathers and hair spilling from their weaves. It was definitely not a morning to be seen. Then he realized that it wasn’t morning at all when he noticed the direction of the light that spilled in. He groaned again and rolled onto his back. He looked around and was glad no one seemed to be around and decided maybe he would sleep just a little longer. His eyes began to shut once more.
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