Room 410, Saturday Morning
When Gwynn opened her eyes, she realized that she had slept in much later than she had intended to. That would never do. She was a warrior and warriors were supposed to get up before the sun did.
But... the bed had been nice and comfy and she hadn't wanted to move.
Now, though, she scrambled off the bed and to her closet so she could get dressed. She got dressed and brushed her hair. It was in her way though, so she braided it until she could find someone to cut it for her again. But she didn't want it short like the way Froderick had cut it last time. It had been ugly and Uncle Tuck was upset about that.
She grabbed her wee!tiny bow and headede out to see who wanted to play practice. She would need to find her sword, too...
But... the bed had been nice and comfy and she hadn't wanted to move.
Now, though, she scrambled off the bed and to her closet so she could get dressed. She got dressed and brushed her hair. It was in her way though, so she braided it until she could find someone to cut it for her again. But she didn't want it short like the way Froderick had cut it last time. It had been ugly and Uncle Tuck was upset about that.
She grabbed her wee!tiny bow and headede out to see who wanted to play practice. She would need to find her sword, too...