thoughtsofvorfreude | (no subject)

Sunrise did not greet her as she expected; the warmth came creeping in first, but the flicker of light of her companion leaving the tent was something she barely noticed. It seemed she was undo for some good sleep, plowing through the creeping daylight as she found herself slowly roused not by the flickers of sunlight through the tent flap, but by the quiet movement around her. Preparation, of Epona's gentle stomps, of the wildlife skittering by. It was a slow wake, but eventually, she drew herself from the bedding, looking a little mroe ruffled.

There was no mirror to groom herself in; and she quietly, albeit sheepishly used one of the bowls she had packed away before daring to crawl from the tent. It wasn't the prim and proper perfection expected of her at home-- but she was hardly home. Stretching a little she leaned from side to side, allowing herself to take the situation in; they needed to be mobile no doubt. "Ah..." A moment or two passed as she finger combed a few wild strands. "Good morning, Link."