As the sun and moon revolved, the banquet went on for two nights, lasting until the gray dawn of the third day.
After two full days of feasting, hundreds of people had succumbed to exhaustion and sprawled all over the ruins beneath the enormous green vine.
Wappa, Laki, and the other Shandians; Conis, Gan Fall, and the other Sky Islanders; and the Straw Hat Pirates were all there.
Morning light filtered obliquely through the trees, its pale golden glow falling over everyone and lending the ruins a tranquil air.
The air was still. Lina, leaning against a tree stump, slowly opened his eyes. Still groggy, he reached behind himself and fumbled around until he finally found his glasses and put them on.
"Two whole days. We really raised a ruckus."
Lina adjusted his glasses, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Feeling the warmth against his chest, he couldn't help looking down.
Nami, dressed in shorts and a white camisole, was lying on her side with her shapely legs stretched out. Her head rested on her hand as she slept against his chest.
The banquet had started winding down the previous evening, as people gradually began to nod off. By midnight, nearly everyone was completely worn out.
Perhaps seeking a sense of security, the half-asleep Nami had instinctively snuggled up beside Lina and fallen asleep against his chest.
Lina studied Nami in his arms. She had curled up her delicate body, and the morning light gave her fair cheeks a faint orange glow. Her orange hair fell across her cheeks and pale neck. This usually mischievous, sunny girl seemed so gentle and adorable when she was quiet.
Nami's eyelashes fluttered and her brow furrowed. Perhaps she was half waking from his fumbling for his glasses, or maybe