Baingorn

Sitting in the dark and the silence of the newly remodeled front room, Gilsel lifted a goblet to her lips, sipping slowly of the contents. She was not usually given to drinking, preferring to keep a clear mind, but the last few days had been difficult.

The night was nearly spent now. The stars had begun to fade as a faint blush lightened the far horizon. All was silent save for the soft breathing of Ghali, but it would not remain so for long. Soon enough the birds would begin to wake and, shortly thereafter, the early risers amongst the local population. Daybreak would follow and with it a new host of problems eager to take her attention and time.

The faint rustle of the sheets brought her out of her reverie. Before she could fall back to her thoughts, small noises sounded. At first she thought them whimpers. Did Ghali suffer from night terrors? Vaguely intrigued, she turned away from the window, looking over her shoulder at his shrouded form. Dim though the room was at this time of night, she could just make out the smile upon his face. Dream he did but, she suspected, it was quite the opposite of a nightmare.

She stood in a room that was not hers, wearing a robe that was far too big for her. Hands clasped behind her back, she stared thoughtfully out of the window at the slowly passing night whilst behind her, upon the bed, lay the sleeping form of Ghali. Nothing untoward had happened between them, of course. She would not allow it and he would not press her.