Urcea awoke, in her undergarments, in a pile of pillows. She batted her eyes and looked about. The room, dark, lit only by mostly melted candles spaced about the edges of the room, was unfamiliar to her. The shape and colors of the room, the inlays of cloud and bird, led her to believe she awoke within Noctylatl's demesne.
She felt fresh and rested, calm.
As she took in her surroundings she saw that the room was not closed, but the darkness beyond the low arches surrounding her were open to the air, and beyond, the moonless, cloudy blue night played tricks on her eyes.
No sounds reached her ear, and only the faintest breeze caressed her or the dying candles.