Laziness is a life choice

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting warm golden beams over the thick rugs and stone floors of Thalindra's study.

I lay sprawled on a particularly comfortable cushion I'd dragged from some corner of the room, my limbs stretched out lazily.

My belly was full from the incredible lunch she'd cooked seriously, for someone so terrifying, Thalindra made the most amazing food and I was in no mood to do anything but bask in the warmth of my food coma.

I sighed contentedly, flipping open a random book I'd picked up from a nearby shelf. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams of spells I couldn't even begin to understand, but I pretended to read, mostly to look productive.

If Thalindra walked in and saw me like this, I'd never hear the end of it.

Of course, the thought had barely crossed my mind before her voice sliced through the quiet.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?"