(Amaia)
The music still echoes in my brain even after I have lain down in bed. It's the melancholy and feel of it that was beautiful and haunting at the same time.
Slowly I drift into sleep. The next day I woke up with a slight headache. Drinking last night was not a good idea.
I sit up in bed and grab my head with both my hands.
"Here, chew on this and drink up water." Kacir hands me a glass of a bottle with some weird-looking brown root.
"What's this?" I ask, accepting it and turning it in my hands. It's cylindrical in shape.
"Eleuthero root, it will help with nausea, headache and hangover."
Kacir is always so thoughtful.
"Thanks!" I chew at it. The earthly taste is slightly bitter and pungent, but I don't mind; anything to get this over with.
Taking small sips of water, I gulp it down. It's time to get ready for the day. After taking a bath, which freshens me up, we head down for breakfast.
