From cool to cooler

That night, I dreamed about burned flesh and murderous harpies again, but when I woke up and had time to clear my head a little from the leftovers of these dreams, I felt fine again. Better than ever. Well, not really, but certainly good.

I went on my morning with a shadow of Christina's threat hanging over my shoulder again, something I carefully ignored for the sake of my sanity, but I had a lot of better stuff to hide it under. The anxious jitters in my stomach over a meeting with Avarice that I planned on weren't exactly a good thing, but they were a distraction, nonetheless. The warmth of seeing JJ's smile and the trill of feeling his greeting kiss on my lips, his slender fingers on my skin and my clothes.