<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you have no unfinished business</div></div>“Morning,” it seems, has a different meaning today. The night watch is still set and Pelor or Pholtus or whatever your faith calls the sun has not yet graced the Oerth his sight.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------<br/>The door quietly opens on well-tended hinges and a lithe form slips inside. A gleaming white gown hugs the feminine figure, a small red badge in the shape of a hawk adorns her ample décolletage. As she steals toward the curtained bed in the center of the room, Dora lazily parts one eyelid. From inside the curtained bed, she spies the maid as she gently parts the curtains and slides an arm under the downy cover. Through her slumber, Victoriana feels the light touch of the maid’s hand as it finds the small of her back, just above her bottom, and slowly, gently glides up to her shoulder.<br/><br/>And then a tender shake. “M’lady, it’s time to make ready. M’lady?”<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/>The barracks starts to move early, the night before the first watched ordered to muster hours early to prepare for the Count’s return. While his new promotion offers him his own cell in the barracks, Ted finds it does nothing to stop the noise of 50 men cleaning, dressing, and donning armor. And he knows he is expected to muster with the rest of the wardens, as well. And his ride could have lasted another two days.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/>In another room overlooking the east, a maid calls Aria. “M’lady, it’s time to rise. I’ve readied your lauds.” As Aria looks up, she sees the maid Marie, who usually wakes her, holding her usual white robe and her prayer book set out and pillow on the floor facing her sword and shield standing together. Time for morning prayers, indeed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">You have about two hours before Sir Kerith is expected and another hour before the un starts peeking over the horizon. <br/><br/>I’m holding off on Aren, you can define where he wakes up.</div></div>