Moonlight streamed gently through the window, draping Megan's modest room in pale silver light. The village was fast asleep, wrapped in silence save for the occasional whisper of wind and a lone owl's hoot that faded into stillness.
Megan stirred under her thin blanket, half-asleep and already sensing the shift in the air— the subtle shimmer that always came before she appeared.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up," Megan muttered, eyes still closed. "Couldn't even go a full day without me, huh? Missed your favorite sister that much?"
A breathy chuckle answered her. "Don't flatter yourself, little mortal. I just needed a break from the celestial gossip mill. The gods are exhausting."
Megan cracked one eye open lazily. "Ah yes, and naturally the best place to escape divine drama is in a peasant's bedroom."
