MORIA
I feel cold.
The windows are still open and the breeze coming in now has a bite to it that makes my arms rough with goosebumps.
I pull Tristen’s jacket tighter around myself.
As I sit in the chair in front of Commander’s desk, I can almost hear the world ticking by in the silence that follows his words.
He has made it sound like I might be in active danger.
And it is not a pleasant thought to have floating around in my already confused head.
By this time, the sky outside has taken on that dusky grey that means in a few moments, it would be dark.
As the light from outside had started to dim, the lamps on the inside of the room had started to brighten all by themselves so that the room is still well lit.
Enough that I can see the annoyance behind the calm resolution on Tristen
