The Loft was cold when s?jira woke. In the half-light of early morning, she turned over within the bed and pulled the covers and furs up over her small form. Comfortably, a knee pulled up and inwards in a slight, fetal position. Eyes were still trying to adjust when she caught sight of the small hearth and that the fire had died down to the dying glow of orange-black embers.
She pulled self up to sit on the side of the bed, pausing a moment?s time to get her bearings. Sleep hung heavily about her, making her sluggish. The last couple of days, she had been crawling into bed just a little later than normal and waking far later than she was accustomed to.
Normally, ?jira woke just before or at the time the sun was coming up. But that had been months ago. Heart had mourned the absence of Panther so much that without thinking on it, even her sleeping habits had altered in the wake of it. A body simply felt too tired to just jump out of bed. Her hair was in a wild mess about her face. She absently shook disheveled locks out of the way, but at this stage of the morning and without a brush to it, hair simply just fell back into messy placement.
But this morning, she found that she was softly muttering a chiding at self and throwing back the covers. She should have been up, hours ago. This was not day for helping at the docks, but the lady Lola?s dress was to be worked on and there was shopping to be done for the meal that very night.
Half draped in one of the blankets pulled from the bed, she knelt before the near-dormant hearth. Touch held that blanket in near and her other hand cleaned at the hearth and put more wood to it. With only one failed attempt, she soon had the fire off to a limping start.
Though she was full of energy that morning, Thoughts had been tumultuous with thinking on the Ranger lately. Heart was torn between mourning the very long absence of Panther, and enjoying Hawk?s company. She lowered the hearth shovel and short-broom even as she thought on him again.
They had left the noise of the inn again the night before, to spend hours in the tea shoppe. There had been much talk of past and present purpose and she felt a tug at her soul to remember the scars she had seen?ones that he carried to ever-remind him of these things.
She pulled self up to sit on the side of the bed, pausing a moment?s time to get her bearings. Sleep hung heavily about her, making her sluggish. The last couple of days, she had been crawling into bed just a little later than normal and waking far later than she was accustomed to.
Normally, ?jira woke just before or at the time the sun was coming up. But that had been months ago. Heart had mourned the absence of Panther so much that without thinking on it, even her sleeping habits had altered in the wake of it. A body simply felt too tired to just jump out of bed. Her hair was in a wild mess about her face. She absently shook disheveled locks out of the way, but at this stage of the morning and without a brush to it, hair simply just fell back into messy placement.
But this morning, she found that she was softly muttering a chiding at self and throwing back the covers. She should have been up, hours ago. This was not day for helping at the docks, but the lady Lola?s dress was to be worked on and there was shopping to be done for the meal that very night.
Half draped in one of the blankets pulled from the bed, she knelt before the near-dormant hearth. Touch held that blanket in near and her other hand cleaned at the hearth and put more wood to it. With only one failed attempt, she soon had the fire off to a limping start.
Though she was full of energy that morning, Thoughts had been tumultuous with thinking on the Ranger lately. Heart was torn between mourning the very long absence of Panther, and enjoying Hawk?s company. She lowered the hearth shovel and short-broom even as she thought on him again.
They had left the noise of the inn again the night before, to spend hours in the tea shoppe. There had been much talk of past and present purpose and she felt a tug at her soul to remember the scars she had seen?ones that he carried to ever-remind him of these things.