Snippet #1142291

Kit arose slowly the next morning. The girl had been the early riser of the family, but yesterday had so exhausted her that she took her time getting out of bed, which had become a pleasant bubble of warmth with Bastet's assistance. she stretched languidly, a trifle catlike herself, before sitting up, toes just barely touching the floor due to her height and the elevation of the bed. Her legs were long proportionally, but that meant little when you were as tiny as Kit.

Her feet hit the plush Persian rug that adorned her floor, and she glided over to her closet, feeling through her clothes. In contrast to the dress she had worn yesterday, she chose a simple pair of jeans that she thought were a dark-wash, but couldn't be sure. Luckily, anything matched jeans, and Kit chose a familiar blouse with flowing elbow-length sleeves and a modest neckline accented with ribbon. She was fairly certain this particular garment was green and white.

Loosening her braid from the night before, she brushed out her nearly-white hair, which remained in soft waves because of how it had dried. Satisfied with the simplicity of this, Kit donned a pair of sandals before walking down to the kitchen. Her nose informed her that breakfast was being prepared, and she made her way to the dining room in anticipation of something that smelled delicious but unfamiliar.

*

Norman was up before the sun, and took a jog around the estate a few times before showering and donning not his usual suit, but simply a collared white shirt, meticulously ironed, and dark slacks. It would not do to appear too conspicuous when in Exodar proper, after all. His own hair required little maintenance, receding as it was, but he still ran a comb through it and straightened his mustache neatly.

Intending to cook breakfast for his charges, it appeared that someone had beaten him to it. Entering the kitchen, he noticed Amunet hard at work and offered her a nod in acknowledgment. He recognized what she was making, but it was not on his usual menu, and so he thought Miss Katherine might be pleasantly surprised.

"Good morning, Miss Amunet," he offered in a genial tone, supplying her with the occasional utensil as was necessary and piling dirty dishes into the sink. The family had owned a dishwasher, but Norman preferred to do such things himself, as did Kit. He chose to wash as Amunet cooked, which would save everyone trouble later. "I trust you slept well?"