The morning started like any other, except it wasn't. I woke up to a strange sense of urgency, an odd feeling that something was happening.
Thalindra had been particularly smug the night before, which was always a bad sign, and the fox had been unusually quiet. The moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was off.
For starters, my room was freezing. Not the normal, tolerable chill of winter mornings, but the bone-deep cold that made you want to crawl back under the blankets and never leave.
I pulled myself up, groaning as the icy air hit my skin, and immediately noticed something strange: the floor was covered in a thin layer of… glitter?
"What the—?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
The fox was curled up at the foot of my bed, snoring softly, completely oblivious to the sparkly chaos surrounding us. My first instinct was to blame Thalindra everything chaotic usually traced back to her but I couldn't figure out why she would do this.