Morwenna was awakened by a chorus poorly sang sailor songs, as was the tradition of her siblings - she had began to noticed - whenever anyone slept in too late. With a grunt, she lifted her head from her pillow and squinted at them.<br/><br/>"It awakens!" One of her brothers cheered.<br/><br/>Mumbling under her breath, Morwenna, with very little grace, rolled out of bed and landed with a loud thud. Unable to find the energy to stand, she dragged herself along the floor until she reached the bathroom. Taking pity on their tiny sister, her siblings hoisted her from the floor and held her up. It took her a few seconds to realise that her feet weren't touching the floor. Her siblings giggled endearingly as she pouted, some even coming over to pinch her cheeks. She was the baby of the Njord cabin, the latest to arrive and currently the youngest of her half-siblings.<br/><br/>Once placed back down to the floor, Morwenna stomped towards the bathroom. She washed herself quickly with a flannel. Examining herself in the mirror, she marveled at the giant tangle of hair and reinserted her seashell hair accessories.<br/><br/>Looking out the window, she smiled widely at the foggy weather. She loved any weather that had a lot of water in the air. Suddenly perked up by the prospects of the day, she skipped back to her room and changed her clothes. She wore a over sized t-shirt, which evidently was her mother's, and denim shorts. While the others buckled their sword belts and other various weapon holders; Morwenna simply stuck a fork in her hair, or a dinglehopper as she referred to it, and called it a day. She didn't understand the need for weapons for breakfast but you couldn't have too many forks in a hall full of hungry Norse children.<br/><br/>She skipped out ahead, giggling as the ground squelched between her toes, and followed the crowd towards the mess hall.