Kemena had been lying awake in bed for at least a hour now. Usually, she woke up and went out. Sometimes to the training area, sometimes the dock. It all depended on her mood. Today, she did not feel like getting up so fast, and Kemena follows her heart. Her clothes laid on the floor next to her bed. She didn't always feel like tidying everything all the time. Her brown clock laid in the pile of clothes, and peering down with tired eyes, she decided it was time to wake up.<br/><br/>Kemena's hair was easily set up in a pony tale with a small scrunchie, except some hair falling out again. She ignored this, washed her face and went out of the bathroom to change into some new clothes. Her necklace hang around her neck again. Once her sword was set on her side, and her leather bracers was on, she went out of her cabin. Taking a look around at the morning atmosphere, she walked towards the mess hall.