Chapter 35: Peaceful
The two lemurs looked back to the wall. Isobel climbed up first and jumped down onto the grass on the other side. This grass was different than what she knew. There was no grass in Atlantis, except for in the King's Garden. She thought of the grass cut short only by the mouths of native herbivores. This grass was much shorter, purposefully groomed, and a bit greener. The Big Apple; what a strange place.
"Why are you staring at the grass?" Mort came up to her.
"What?" Isobel's head shot up. "I am not."
Julien came over the wall as well.
"Isobel was staring at the grass." Mort announced.
Julien gave her a puzzled look. "Who does that?"
"Apparently I do." Isobel smirked at Mort.
Mort's eyes went droopy and he yawned again. "I want to sleep now."
Isobel was examining the palm trees, trying to decide which one would be best to sleep in. She decided on the one in the middle. She said her goodnights and jumped onto the trunk of the tree. She sank her claws in and hurriedly climbed the rest of the way. She nestled in between the fronds.
"That is not looking very roomy!" Julien called up to her.
"It is fine." Isobel could already feel a pain in her back. But she did not know these lemurs well enough to rest on the ground with them.
Julien wobbled his head at her and went to lay on the bouncy. She had strange ways and this was all he knew.
Within twenty minutes, everyone except for Isobel was asleep. She was stargazing. At the stars she could see, at least. The city lights were too bright to see much. Finally, her eyelids began to flutter, and she went into a deep sleep.
Hours passed, and the moon shifted into just past the middle of the sky. Isobel awoke, sore in her shoulders and neck, and looked around.
How difficult it is adjusting to a new world. She thought as she looked for a better place to sleep.
And then her eyes landed on the throne. It was perfect. She could sleep with her hands beneath her head. She scampered down and walked silently to the throne. She sat up in it without making a creak, adjusted herself into a half-laying down position, glanced at the moon, and fell asleep once more.
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Later on during the early morning, (about 3 AM) Mort began having a bad dream and he kicked out, right into Julien's back. Julien was awake instantly.
"Ugh, Mort!" he groaned. "The sun isn't even close to waking up and yet you wake me up?"
"Don't take the mangoes!" Mort grumbled and twitched in his sleep.
Julien rolled his eyes and looked at Maurice, who was still fast asleep. Julien's ears twitched, and he whipped his head around to look at his throne. He relaxed when he saw Isobel sleeping there. She looked peaceful, breathing slowly, the moon catching her.
Julien sighed, and wondered if she would stay forever.
"Mangoes. Mangoes everywhere." Mort's nightmare began to ease into a dream.
The breeze soft and cool, promising to bring autumn within a month or so.
Julien fell back asleep, waiting for the gleaming moon to exchange shifts with the bright sun. He couldn't wait to show Isobel the new world.