The next morning arrived with the soft, pale glow of lichen lanterns filtering through the small windows of the guest house. The underground village had its own version of "dawn" a gentle brightening of the luminescent crystals embedded in the cavern ceiling.
Adam woke up first, sandwiched between two warm bodies. Ignis was sprawled across his chest, snoring softly with occasional small flames flickering in her hair. Lilith slept elegantly on his other side, one arm possessively wrapped around his waist, her silver-white hair spread like silk across the furs.
He carefully extricated himself without waking them, got dressed, and stepped outside to get some fresh air.
A few minutes later, Lilith and Ignis began stirring. Lilith sat up gracefully, stretching like a satisfied cat, while Ignis yawned widely and rubbed her eyes.
"Morning already…?" Ignis mumbled, still half-asleep.
