That is Why

An Island Somewhere, Present Time

Benethin led the way to a small bedchamber. “I will contact Arturo,” he said to Niarthen. “Tomorrow, we will accompany you to the Citadel.”

They exchanged a grim look and Niarthen nodded slowly. “Tonight is for celebrating,” he said softly. “Tomorrow for war.”

As Benethin returned to the main room, Lyric examined the room with fascination. There was not much to it. A stone table was placed beneath the window, with another woven seat. A carved wooden chest stood against a wall. Floorboards ran along three sides, but the center of the room was occupied by an irregular growth of… moss.

She knelt by it and ran her palm over the fine leaves of its surface. “The bed that feeds off those who sleep on it?” She remembered him describing it to her. “How do I…” She adjusted her position under she could lay on it. It gave beneath her weight, moulding to her body. “Oh!” She was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable it was.

It was not cool, or damp, as she would