With a yawn that exposed her pointed canines Serina awoke. Immediately she could tell that she was alone in bed and that meant that Izzy had let her sleep in. Languidly, the beautiful girl stretched, only to frown when her right arm seemed to stop short. Slitted greens eyes rolled to gaze at her wrist, still tied securely to the headboard. A pleasant shiver slid up her spine as the full fun of the previous night's fun came to the fore of her still waking brain. With a giggle, Serina gave her thumb a little stretch before tucking it against her palm and easily sliding free of the cuff. Hmmm... She really should add escape artistry to her act. Have Izzy tie her all up an then just wriggle free. That would definitely be a draw although with the wholesome morality (*couch cough* repressed sexuality *cough cough*) around these parts it would be just as likely to result in them getting chased off by a mob with pitchforks and torches.<br/><br/>Running a hand through her dishevelled hair, another yawn broke the silence. She must be getting old, Izzy never used to tire her out like that. Slim fingers combed through her long brown hair with its bright green streaks and she slipped out of bed, admiring her naked form in the mirror. Immediately she was thankful that the years had been very kind to her. She looked almost exactly as she had at nineteen. Still tall and lean, she was quite a looker... Though in no way endowed like some women that she had seen. Still she had few complaints about herself, and with Izzy's constant support and the welcoming theatre culture of Paris she had even finally come to embrace her more freakish features.<br/><br/>Fumbling for her clothes, she dressed with great reluctance. Living abroad for a decade and living the night life had made her not very much of a morning person. Her first priority was coffee. Immediately and without delay. Then she would find Izzy and most likely save her from the jail time that would come with throttling her idiot brother. Once she had her simple boyish outfit of trousers, a button up shirt and a coat on she stretched, contorting and bending to warm stiff muscles. She was even more flexible now that even before and it made her smile seeing how her body could move in ways that seemed impossible. After pulling on and tying her shoes, she stretched and reached for her package of cigarettes pouting when she remembered it was empty but pleasantly surprised to find three in there when she opened it to check just in case. It was a simple thing the Izzy had left her a few smokes but it made her blush at the memory of Izzy sneaking her smokes all those years ago.<br/><br/>Opening the door, she slipped outside, blissfully ignorant of her still disheveled hair while she lit her cigarette and started her trudge toward the cook's wagon. She closed her eyes and smiled, taking the familiar sounds and smells in. She was home. Even if she missed Paris, this felt right. This felt like where she belonged. A soft sigh escaped her full lips as the sounds of Izzy and Enzo's argument interrupted her peace. Opening her eyes and arching a brow she moved to the cook's wagon and grabbed a cup of coffee. Taking a long drag off of her waning cigarette she exhaled through her nose before flicking the butt to the ground and crushing it beneath her heel. Before grabbing a second cup, Serina waved her good mornings to those gathered and was just about to start toward Izzy with the coffee she no doubt needed when she caught sight of Viktoriya sprinting toward Izzy. A smirk curled her lips and she slowed<br/>Her pace just a little to make sure not to interrupt what was about to happen. Sipping her coffee she followed the sweet girl's path while fighting down the giggles that wanted desperately to escape. The last thing she wanted to do was give Vicky away before she got to her target.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>