A gentle shaking stirs me from my sleep, and I look up, seeing his smile. "It's your watch, Catti-brie."
A soft hand enfolding mine, a soft voice pulling me from the land of dreams. "Time to get up, Catti-brie."
A tender touch on my cheek, caressing an age-old scar, rousing me. "The sun has risen hours ago, Catti."
Lips brushing mine, teasingly, a twinkle in his lavender eyes greeting me as I look up, sleepy-eyed. "Good morning, darling."
The howling of wind awakens me, as it blows over the battlefield. I watch the silent figure lying beside me. My hand runs over his still chest, over the gash in his throat, grazing his cheek. "Drizzt? Wake up…"
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Bruenor rubbed a hand over his brow. They were only children, he reminded himself. Children that were taller than him by several feet, true, but still children… There was no other explanation.
He winced as a resounding smash rolled through the hallways – probably from a glass or something. He wondered for a few seconds if he should stop it, before things got out of hand.
Then again.. Perhaps it could teach Catti-brie and Wulfgar to not paint Drizzt's hair green while the drow was sleeping…
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"But he followed me home, da'! Can't we keep him?"
Wulfgar looked at Colson, trying to convince himself to stand fast against his daughter's begging look. Then, carefully, he looked up at the massive creature that never took its eyes of the girl it had been enthralled with.
"Under no circumstance," he said.
"Pleeeeease, da'! I promise I'll walk him, and take care of him, and feed him, and he won't be doin' any harm to anyone!"
Wulfgar looked at the girl again, her four-feet frame seeming almost comically small beside the beast she wanted as a pet. For a second, he played with the idea. And just as quickly dismissed it.
Under no circumstance would he allow his daughter to get a pet-yeti.