Draiss woke slowly, and the intercom, his own personal gremlin from hell, ensured that he was awake. Grumbling, he rolled off the bed, and stood up, ignoring the meal for a moment to stretch. He yawned as his wings reached out, brushing the ceiling, and his tail twining around itself. His arms rolled behind him as he arched his back, and with a long series of popping, he loosened up  his muscles and ligaments. He glared at the meal, not nearly enough meat, AGAIN, but settled in, deliberately ignoring the dessert. He was not an animal, something that these idiots had yet to realize, he had pride, and food rewards for being a 'good boy' irritated him. He was a prisoner, however nice the prison was.<br/><br/>Finishing the main course of his meal, he stopped and popped his left wing again, before setting the meal aside, and rolled his left shoulder, trying to get the kink out of it, as he trekked over to the briefing room, wondering what hoops he was going to get to jump through today. He entered the room, and took a chair in the corner, leaning it back and sitting with enough ease to be a casual insult, all he could get away with, as they had ice types, and both sides here knew it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zelda grumbled and tried to roll away from the person awaking her, grumbling, as she curled up tighter, "Cold."<br/><br/>But the person would not stop, and their urgency began to infect her. She grumbled and then ignited the flame on her tail, hoping the extra heat would help. It did light up the room, and she said, "I'm up, I'm up!"<br/><br/>She pushed herself up, and grumbled, "What is the rush? Morning meal is not for another hour at least."