His skin felt more aware, more sensitive. He could feel every stroke of the rough blanket over his bare skin when he moved, and the very touch seemed to make his skin prickle with more of the static that coursed through him. He shivered with a slight smile on his face. He really enjoyed this feeling. He was not frightened when he woke, but instead he stretched as if he just had the most relaxing sleep of his life, and after the events of the last few days it surely felt as though he had. After a large stretch that shook his whole body, and an equally large yawn, Jovian looked around his small room lit by the dim oil lamp by the door, positively glowing with silver light from the full moon. The whole room was flooded with light, though much more dim than that of day, but the lighting was different, more dream-like, ethereal. He sat up suddenly, alarmed. Not only did the feeling of the energy sink into him as foreign, but Maeven was nowhere around. Honestly what Jovian felt like doing at that moment was pulling the covers back up to his head and snuggling down into the feathery mattress, but the beating energy, like a second heart under his skin, would not let him do that.
