Yari only awoke when the last vestiges of Solomon's warmth left their bedsheets.
Her eyelids gently fluttered open. In place of her young lover, there was only a small notecard that had a sweet note written on it.
It was a simple apology for having to leave after the rather intimate night they had just shared together, along with a promise to do things over properly upon returning home.
Truthfully, Yari didn't need the apology. That said, she was more than just a little happy that her beloved had thought to give it.
The desire to squeal and obsessively cover her face with the note was almost too great to ignore.
No longer tired, Yari climbed out of bed and began to get dressed.
With a simple robe covering up her nightgown, Yari left the room quietly to go and search for everyone else.
Her light footsteps glided across the floor with the grace of a fawn. The spire was quiet. She was the only sound anyone could hear.
