#briallen

It was past bedtime, and in the highest room on the east side of the castle, two elves were disputing a specific spot on the large canopy bed in the middle of the room.

"I’m sleeping here!" Briallen shouted, pointing impetuously at the center of the bed.

"No, me!" Hagne shouted back, also pointing at the same spot.

"I got here first!"

"No, I saw it first! I saw it! I saw it!"

"Eh, should I remind you two that this is my bed and I’m the one who sleeps here?" the MC interrupted before the shouting could wake even the elves in the forest.

The two turned at the same time to the older sister.

"MC, please," Briallen begged, putting her hands together in front of her body. "Let me sleep here! I’ve always wanted to!"

"No, me!" Hagne shouted louder, stamping her foot on the floor for emphasis.

The MC just shook her head.

"Alright, alright. You know the rules," she said, approaching the bed and beginning to arrange the pillows. "On girls’ night, there are no fights and no disputes, okay?"

Briallen hesitated and then rolled her eyes.

"Okay."

Hagne pouted, but when she saw she wouldn’t be chosen, she nodded.

"Very well! There’s room for the three of us."

The sisters climbed onto the bed and got comfortable, with the MC in the middle and Briallen and Hagne on each end.

"Great! Now we’ll read a book, eat the cookies, and then have a long and peaceful night of sleep, alright?"

"Alright!" The younger elves agreed in unison.

The next half hour passed to the sounds of cookies being chewed, pages of books being turned, and occasional comments about the story, followed by yawns of tiredness and sleep.

"And… the end. That was a good story, wasn’t it?" the MC asked in a soft, low tone to match the mood of the room.

"I liked that they didn’t kill the dragon," Briallen yawned loudly, resting her head on the MC’s shoulder. "I always root for them. They’re nice."

The MC chuckled softly.

"I like those endings where there’s reconciliation too. And you, Hagne? What did you like?"

Hagne furrowed her brow in concentration, seeming to think carefully.

"I like here!" she finally said, snuggling closer to her sister. "I like… I like the bed, I like Br’allen, and I like you."

"Me too!" Briallen agreed. "And I like it when it’s just the girls. Just the three of us."

"The three of us… yes, that’s my favorite part," the MC agreed, then pulled her sisters a little closer. "We’ll always have this. Don’t worry."

the current captain of the hewn city guard, very few dragons recalled his bookish youth. once, he had wanted to be a historian, a tome guardian and lore keeper in a city nestled between the hewn city and the daylight sanctum. his dearest friend had been a hewn patrol member, and it was her disappearance that shifted his life's path. he picked up the blade, and his knowledge of the history of the area only sharpened that steel. he has risen in rank to leading and organizing the patrols. he has not found his friend, but his determination persists.