Snippet #2248879

It was a pleasant dream. He was back with his true father, and they were enjoying a bit of lunch. But, the dream faded with the first sounds of the morning. Sitting up in his cot, the young Fae stretched and looked about. Crevic was up already, and doing his own thing. Slowly, Cy got up. The night before he had shed his day pants and shirt in exchange for a rather large tee-shirt. It proved a decent night-shirt, although it smelled heavily of whoever had worn it first.

"Good morning." He greeted, yawning cutely.