Annaclea woke feeling heavy and drugged. Her eyelids resisted her command a moment longer than she would have liked, but finally opened to the sun shining on her face. That, coupled with the hard surface against the side of her head, made her realize that she was still outside, and a quick wheel of her eyes confirmed that she was still in the abandoned stable where she, vaguely, remembered losing consciousness the night previous. Disgusted that the bastard stable master would leave her like that, she made to rise, a plan already forming to sever her association with this particular stable. It would be, of course, delicious irony if she co
