#( thinking - for now at least - mazie's verse is tangential to her v.ictorian one )

[lcfthaunted]

Pale eyes flick from the flames to the daemon, and she offers Hester a gentle smile but makes no move to lie down. Lazily, the viper looped around her neck says, “She doesn’t sleep much anymore. Don’t take it personally.”

“Calophias,” Mazie chides gently.

“It is exhausting,” Cal complains. “You sleep so little it is a wonder you can still move the next day.”

“You are welcome to sleep if you are tired.”

Pale blue scales shift against her skin as Cal loops about her neck again, resting his head on her shoulder. Quietly, intended only for her, “I have no intention of leaving you alone with your thoughts, Mazileah.”

Mazie reaches up and gently strokes his head with the back of her index finger, eternally grateful for his companionship. Redirecting her attention to Hester, she murmurs, “It is quite alright. I cannot imagine you are given much opportunity to sleep restfully, with the life you lead. We can wake you, if anything happens, or we grow weary.”

open to mutuals

THE HARE HAS her paws tucked under her as her human counterpart falls into a rare, heavy sleep. he snores loudly for a moment before she nudges his arm, making him roll onto his side, silencing the sound. satisfied, she hops back to her usual post by his head, face turned toward the fire to warm her twitching nose.

" you can go ahead & sleep, " she says to their companion, " i can keep watch. "