The warm sunlight broke through the simple curtains to dance and play on the young girl's face, she batted her large eyes, rolling to try and avoid the day's embrace.<br/><br/>Eventually she rises, groggy and blurry eyed she pulled on a clean, (and all the more important) fitting habit before slowly making her way to the kitchen to say good morning to Zato and the Quacks and eat breakfast.<br/><br/>her little feet tapping their way down the hallways completely oblivious to the work of the monks around her she enters the kitchen.<br/><br/>"M-mister Zato?....." she says as she enters the room, not finding him she proceeds to the Quack Cupboard, finding the sleeping birds inside.<br/><br/>"Good Morning Miss Quack" the tiny girl murmurs as she strokes it's feathery head.<br/><br/>The Mother duck sits nestled atop her ducklings, having managed to pull the sack around it and form a sort of nest it waits for it's young to rise, Mary takes some toast off of the table of things waiting to be taken in for Breakfast and breaks it into small pieces leaving it near the front of the cupboard.<br/><br/>She shuffles out of the room, feet once again pattering along the floor on her way to the dining room