Night and Morning

"Hm?" I mumbled. "Is it my guard shift again?"

"What? Hell no." a female voice responded.

Well, there was only one reaction for that; I stretched out, fluffed my pillow, and started back to sleep.

"Wake up!" she hissed. "Wake up, or I'll slit your throat."

I grunted, and grumbled something. As if by magic, I found a blade pressed against my neck. It was cool to the touch, and sharp. With a final protest, I opened my eyes.

Yes, my human eyes. Which were buried in the pillow, and could see nothing.

I gradually became aware of the young woman sitting on my lower back. She smelled like a mixture of paprika and cinnamon.

"Sholwyr?" I asked.

"Not so loud." she whispered. "What are you even doing here?"

"Infiltrating the army." I said. "You?"

"Never mind me." then she took a deep breath and sighed. "Infiltrating the army. Are you trying to assassinate the Fire-Friend captain?"