She loved early mornings by herself, she woke up earlier then usual today. She was happy in her room that was apart from the bakery, up above the car port, the sun filled it, warming her as she lay sprawled in her bed. A yawn stretched Ariella's mouth as she pushed herself up out of the bed, slipping from the warmth of the nest of blankets to pad across the room toward her dresser, stretching her arms as she shook her head and sent the tumble of golden curls around her shoulders as she blinked drowsily at her own reflection. Mornings she loved. The sun drenched through her window, lighting up her palely golden form until she sighed in utter contentment and whirled, dancing by herself over to her closet to bring out a pale blue dress made of soft linen.<br/><br/>Ari caught up her hair and slipped on the dress, it hit about her knees and was simple in cut, a baby doll neckline, with soft puff sleeves, something that was cute yet perfect for a day spent in the bakery. The shorter strands of her hair were already escaping, framing her delicate cheek bones as she bent, her hands seeking out her ballet flats which she slipped onto her tiny feet easily and then she was out the door of her mini apartment area, descending the stairs to the yard to cross into the bakery.<br/><br/>She could hear the sound of someone in the other room, most likely Vivian, she was always hear early, Ari shrugged it off and went to the rack that held up aprons for all the staff, she slipped hers on, the white apron was clean, freshly laundered, from last night by her own hands. All of them were fresh thanks to her work last night. She smoothed it down humming softly as she poured hot water into a mug, hot chocolate for her though rather then coffee. Ari sipped at it, stirring it with a flick of her fingers to use a bit of earth magic to do so while she moved around the kitchen, starting up the ovens and pulling out the dough she had made up last night for the early morning things. Half an hour and they were in the oven. Then she started to pull out the flour, sugar and other things, deciding cinnamon buns would be the first thing she made today.<br/><br/>Vi came into the kitchen then, and Ari lifted her head from her work, her cheeks slightly flushed and flour on the tip of her nose as she waved. "Good morning, hot chocolate?" She offered, setting aside her work, dusting her hands off on her apron before picking up her own cup, cutting off the stirring.<br/><br/>Then she sighed, shaking her head as she sensed her sister come in and knew she was going toward the coffee. She fetched the other cup she had kept waiting and went into the main room, on eye brow arched as she tsked.<br/><br/>"Eva, no, hot chocolate is okay, coffee is not. And I would rather not deal with your cranky husband later."