Brecken rolled his shoulders and accepted his lemonade. He slowly drank the sweet and sour liquid, his dark eyes scanning over the nearly finished deck. He had been very quiet through this all. He really hated this work that should be left to slaves, but they could not openly have slaves so he grudgingly did the work with his brothers. From where he stood he could see the old lady's cat that kept looking out the window's at him. The black one would just stare at him, and it was annoying him. Domesticated cats were, in Brecken's opinion, weak. But this cat was staring him down, and that infuriated him. The fact that he kept getting warning glances from Koma to stay in line, did he not make something happen to that damn cat. He finished his drink and set it back on the table.<br/><br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/><br/>Clemence slowly started waking up. She stretched on the hard table she had been laying on and grunted just a little as the light pierced into her sleepy state. Yawning heavily she sat up and looked around. Her eyes were still adjusting to the light coming into the room and she only just noticed that Celestia standing in the room with a lantern. Clemence hopped off the table, only just catching herself before she fell to the ground. Waiting till she was no longer feeling like a newborn deer she walked over to Celestia and smiled at her. "Hello, Sister," she whispered softly not wanting to jerk any of their other sisters out of sleep.