Amthy roused as the morning light began to filter through the curtains and spill across the bed. The window was open and a fresh breeze billowed the drapes. As the fabric undulated, the sun's brilliance dappled and played across her face, and most importantly, her eyelids. Groaning, she fought against the day to hold onto her dreams. She didn't want to wake up just yet! The good part had only just started. Unfortunately, the more she thought about the dream, the more awake she became. In the end, all that was left was some grit in the corners of her eyes, and a groggy fog clouding her airy little head.
She grumbled a little longer at the unfairness of it all before she tossed back the cover and turned her legs over the side of the bed. Olivine colored hair stuck up every which way and her face was ruddy and lined from resting on the folds in the sheet. Perking up her dark green brows, she tried to coax her tsavorite-like eyes to stay open. She braced her hands against the mattress on either side of her to help keep her balance as her vision swam. For a moment, nothing was familiar. Panic stung her heart and she stood up in alarm. Wildly, she looked about, searching for anything she recognized.
Amthy pressed a hand firmly to her chest. Ardane, she thought. Nevermind that she recalled falling asleep in a room Tara had rented at the Dragon just for her, or that she didn't quite remember leaving the Dragon and going to Ardane in the first place. Pinching her lower lip nervously, she eased the door to her room open and popped her head out into the hall. Amthy looked deliberately in each direction before she stepped out and closed the door behind her. It was definitely Ardane.
She followed the hall to the stairwell, and from there she picked a careful path to the main floor. As she walked, she tested the rapport she shared with her sister, Caytlin. The silvery-blonde haired shifter couldn't be too far away. A mental mantra of CaytCaytCAYT circled through the nymphy-pix's head as she navigated the main floor and approached the kitchen.
"Pass the chops."
"Get it yourself."
"Au-nti-e!"
"Anyone see where I put my--"
"Who wants more eggs?"
"Stop pulling your sister's hair!"
"Can I have some more--"
"Rwar!"
The familiar sounds of bickering filtered passed the door, and Amthy lingered a moment at the threshold with her palm pressed up against it. She was just in time for breakfast, which was a lucky thing since the smell of it made her belly rumble uncomfortably. One would think her stomach was under the impression that her throat had been cut! A small hum came to her lips as she pushed open the door and toddled over to the table to see if there was an empty seat that she could claim for her very own. A good two dozen, if not more, people called Ardane home and that made a seat hard to come by. Fortunately, there was a chair, and she settled down into it primly.
"May I have some french toast?" Amthy asked with a dazzling smile as she smoothed a napkin across her lap. "oh, and some pineapple juice, if it isn't too much trouble." Leaning to one of the serving baskets, she snatched a biscuit from under a towel. It was still warm and smelled like buttermilk. Tearing off a section, she popped part of the bread into her mouth and wriggled happily in her seat.
She grumbled a little longer at the unfairness of it all before she tossed back the cover and turned her legs over the side of the bed. Olivine colored hair stuck up every which way and her face was ruddy and lined from resting on the folds in the sheet. Perking up her dark green brows, she tried to coax her tsavorite-like eyes to stay open. She braced her hands against the mattress on either side of her to help keep her balance as her vision swam. For a moment, nothing was familiar. Panic stung her heart and she stood up in alarm. Wildly, she looked about, searching for anything she recognized.
Amthy pressed a hand firmly to her chest. Ardane, she thought. Nevermind that she recalled falling asleep in a room Tara had rented at the Dragon just for her, or that she didn't quite remember leaving the Dragon and going to Ardane in the first place. Pinching her lower lip nervously, she eased the door to her room open and popped her head out into the hall. Amthy looked deliberately in each direction before she stepped out and closed the door behind her. It was definitely Ardane.
She followed the hall to the stairwell, and from there she picked a careful path to the main floor. As she walked, she tested the rapport she shared with her sister, Caytlin. The silvery-blonde haired shifter couldn't be too far away. A mental mantra of CaytCaytCAYT circled through the nymphy-pix's head as she navigated the main floor and approached the kitchen.
"Pass the chops."
"Get it yourself."
"Au-nti-e!"
"Anyone see where I put my--"
"Who wants more eggs?"
"Stop pulling your sister's hair!"
"Can I have some more--"
"Rwar!"
The familiar sounds of bickering filtered passed the door, and Amthy lingered a moment at the threshold with her palm pressed up against it. She was just in time for breakfast, which was a lucky thing since the smell of it made her belly rumble uncomfortably. One would think her stomach was under the impression that her throat had been cut! A small hum came to her lips as she pushed open the door and toddled over to the table to see if there was an empty seat that she could claim for her very own. A good two dozen, if not more, people called Ardane home and that made a seat hard to come by. Fortunately, there was a chair, and she settled down into it primly.
"May I have some french toast?" Amthy asked with a dazzling smile as she smoothed a napkin across her lap. "oh, and some pineapple juice, if it isn't too much trouble." Leaning to one of the serving baskets, she snatched a biscuit from under a towel. It was still warm and smelled like buttermilk. Tearing off a section, she popped part of the bread into her mouth and wriggled happily in her seat.