Lydia Perkins felt trapped, like a bird with clipped wings. One day, after falling asleep, she wakes up somewhere new. The next morning, however, she's back home.
Lady Lorelei Terrtrove was impatient. She had grown weary of the tricks of the nobles around her. One eve, she wakes up in the body of another. In this world, all the trapping values of the nobility seem futile. Is this a curse, or perhaps a blessing?
Each night, Lydia and Lorelei continue to switch bodies, spending only the days as themselves. Can they stop the switch from happening? Do they want to?