Penelope shivered from the cold breeze that swept through her window. Snuggling further into the warmth provided by the sheep skin blanket, the young thief once again closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep. She had been stuck between this state of consciousness and unconsciousness for a while now, constantly drifting between the lines.
She was confused on her own feelings. She wanted to go finish this trial, and of course meet with her friends on the other side. But at the same time Penny wanted nothing more than to stay here in this warm, lovely abode with her family.
"Fake family." She reminded herself. She knew that despite the similar appearance she held with Cethin, he was not in related to her. And despite the endless warmth that 'mother' and 'father' showered her in, they were not her real parents.
