Camilla Draculesti awoke far earlier than she had planned… Or so she thought. Light flooded the cave that she had taken up residence in for the day. Her small bat hung from the cave ceiling, his golden brown form standing out against the dark greys of the stone. He blinked down at her but not in the sleepy way he did when he first woke.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Camilla asked extending her wings so that he could catch hold of one of them should he choose to. As expected the bat dropped down from the ceiling but rather than swooping around and circling back to hitch a ride on her he flew out of the cave as if it was time to go hunting. Finding this behavior to be odd, Camilla trotted out of the cave after her traveling companion.
