“That sounds nice, actually. Watching the sunrise from under the lake.”Zinnia tipped her head slightly at that, wondering if perhaps she could paint what she imagined what an underwater sunrise would look like. Her fingers twitched but she had class to attend, and it wasn’t like her sketchbook was on her, anyway. The image would have to wait. She sighed at that. “I imagine it would look like stained glass, with the light bending through the water as it tries to find a way to brush against the darkness of the bottom of the lake.”

It was more philosophical than Olixander probably wanted to get, so Zinnia just giggled as she turned toward him. “You’re lucky. I’m sure the dungeons are the only place you get to witness a sunrise like that.” She shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then “Besides, if you’re always sleeping until everyone’s gone, then you’d have to spend the morning alone anyway. Sounds like your plan is flawed.”

They got to a particularly muddy patch of grass, and without thinking about it, Zin scooted closer to Olixander, her arm looping through his, carefully as to not jostle the books he held. For stability, of course.

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