After a night spent fulfilling your role by weaving the dreams of people into their minds, you take the early hours of the morning to yourself, wishing to rest.

You're the deity of sleep afterall, it would be too unfair for you of all people to never take a restoring nap.

Lately, you came to notice how much warmer and safer you had begun feeling while slumbering. Clawed hands would always come to hold you close, allowing you to rest easier in their embrace. Whenever you've awoken these past days there have been white feathers in your hair and on your clothes, they've left you suspicious.

No one else but harpies can retain both human limbs and avian attributes, and no harpy, aside from their prince, has ever been known to have such pale plumage.

You can't recollect any previous interactions with the harpy prince ever going well. Mirgrom had always been pampous and smug, but he mustn't have given up on winning you over just yet.

Today, you've decided, you won't give in to sleep, instead you'll wait to see wether or not you'll catch Mirgom coming to find you.