Outside Savage Garden | Sunday Morning
Kate always had been an early riser. One of those traits hammered into her early by Voron, insisting that sleeping in made you lazy and would one day get her killed. She'd always been skeptical (what could a couple extra hours under her blankets really do?) but the training had stuck all the same.
It was a habit had its benefits. She'd already jogged down to the lake, taken a good long swim, jogged back, showered, and by mid-morning was sitting outside her cabin eating some toast and deciding what to do with the rest of her day.
With Voron and with the Order, free days had been a rarity. Now here, classes barely covered a day of her week, and she had more than she knew what to do with. It was a strange feeling, and despite her exercise of the morning she was itching to do something. Something other than sit on the steps of her cabin and watch people, wildlife and whatever else happened to flit into her field of view.
It would probably pass, but for now, there was a trace of boredom.
[[It's open, yep.]]
It was a habit had its benefits. She'd already jogged down to the lake, taken a good long swim, jogged back, showered, and by mid-morning was sitting outside her cabin eating some toast and deciding what to do with the rest of her day.
With Voron and with the Order, free days had been a rarity. Now here, classes barely covered a day of her week, and she had more than she knew what to do with. It was a strange feeling, and despite her exercise of the morning she was itching to do something. Something other than sit on the steps of her cabin and watch people, wildlife and whatever else happened to flit into her field of view.
It would probably pass, but for now, there was a trace of boredom.
[[It's open, yep.]]