Abbi rolled over onto a twig. Its irritating poke made her shift once more, and this action was enough to make her open her eyes. The light of a somewhat clouded morning streamed through the foliage above her, and she rubbed her eyes. She slowly sat up, and saw that all the elves were already up and about, most of them sitting on the ground eating something that looked like very thin bread. As she watched, her ears caught the sound of a twig snapping behind her. She whipped around to see Benji, leaning against a tree and watching her. She felt an odd twinge in the back of her mind, and glared at him as she scolded.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Longer than you'd like, I suppose."
"Don't you have anything better to do than watch me while I sleep?"
"Actually, I do. I already got breakfast ready, and I was trying to decide how much longer to wait before waking you up. You see, if I woke you up too early, I thought you would be grumpy at me for waking you up before you were ready. If I waited until you woke up on your own, chances are you would complain about the food being cold."
"You know I wouldn't do that."
"You mean be grumpy for waking you up?"
"No, ratty. Of course I'd be grumpy. I mean complaining about foo-"
"I know, I know... here. Eat up, we should be back on the road soon."
He leaned over and handed her some bread, slightly stale and crusted with cheese. It was lukewarm, and she had to admit that it would probably have been better hot. She took it gratefully, however, and dug into the meal. She would need the energy later.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Longer than you'd like, I suppose."
"Don't you have anything better to do than watch me while I sleep?"
"Actually, I do. I already got breakfast ready, and I was trying to decide how much longer to wait before waking you up. You see, if I woke you up too early, I thought you would be grumpy at me for waking you up before you were ready. If I waited until you woke up on your own, chances are you would complain about the food being cold."
"You know I wouldn't do that."
"You mean be grumpy for waking you up?"
"No, ratty. Of course I'd be grumpy. I mean complaining about foo-"
"I know, I know... here. Eat up, we should be back on the road soon."
He leaned over and handed her some bread, slightly stale and crusted with cheese. It was lukewarm, and she had to admit that it would probably have been better hot. She took it gratefully, however, and dug into the meal. She would need the energy later.
