Gentle warmth slowly nudges you back to consciousness. But it doesn’t come in the form of sunlight or a smooth breeze. It comes in the form of warm breath washing against your face with the rhythm and calm of waves on a beach. You struggle to open your eyes as memories come back to you. In your lethargy, it takes you a moment to find your arms in the entangled mess of limbs and wings that holds your bodies against each other. You curl your fingers and feel feathers and mane. There they are. 