Whether impoverished peasants from the secure countryside of the blessed isle or proud Linowan warriors, farm folk had much in common all the world over.  Life times of subsistence labor taught them to rise early and work hard so that--when the sun set--they had time to pursue other interests.<br/><br/>It was a habit that served a soldier well.  Though last night had been a time for love, bonding, and celebration that lasted long into the darkest hours, Whispers on the Night Wind was up with the sun.  The copper skinned girl splashed out into he stream, 'til it rose to the petite warrior's tiny waist.  While most the camp was still barely stirring, Whisper's was running clean, clear water down her coppery body, scrubbing it with sand, then washing it again  A few crushed shoots of grass gave her raven black hair an extra shine.<br/><br/>By the time most of the camp was stirring, the curvaceous warrior lounged on a blanket in the sunshine in front of Kaguya's tent, letting her now pristine flesh dry the normal way.<br/><br/>She flashed the newest member of their circle a smile when she emerged.  “Good morning, Kaguya.”  She turned on her side to face the longer haired girl, big, round breasts jiggling and swaying.  “It's about time we found a new mission, don't you think?  Got any ideas?  Maybe you can tell us what that old war ax you found in the underworld last week?”