Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy

Morning wasn’t something she’d had to deal with in ages, and Ann watched the sun come up with something akin to dread. It wasn’t as if the sunlight could actually hurt her, but there was something harsh and unforgiving about the amber glow.

Chris muttered something suitably insulting, which she heard more by tone than by content, and stepped over her, heading towards the campfire. She resisted tripping him, only because she was still curled up in her sleeping bag and it really was too much of an effort.

Pat paused by her with a slightly worried look and Ann made faces back at her. Which got her a laugh and a shake of the head that probably meant something akin to ‘kids these days’ which wasn’t bad considering for Pat ‘kids these days’ meant something from the thirteen hundreds.

It wasn’t easy living among immortals, but she figured it wasn’t any easier than them having to live with her, so it balanced. They reminded each other of all the things they wanted but couldn’t have, but at least Ann had the comfort of knowing she’d only spend decades with the regrets.

Silver was already up and cheery, making something that smelled tolerably like breakfast over the campfire. There was a bitter scent of something not quite coffee, but Ann knew better than to hope for caffeine. Whatever Pat and Chris were -and so far all Ann had been able to do was figure out what they weren’t— they didn’t tolerate any sort of ‘uppers’.

Ann sighed, finally convinced herself that she couldn’t hop over to the fire encased in the warmth of the sleeping bag, and headed over to grab breakfast. They might have thrown her sleep schedule out of whack, but from what Sliver had said, this time it was actually for something important.

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