Snippet #1807126

Mira was never a morning person. The thought of being up before five p.m appalled her, horrified her even. Odd how Miss 'I can make my joints snap more musically than an orchestra' was actually repulsed by something. 

When her eyes first flickered open, grazing just over the ridge of the blanket, she groaned and dove under the covers. It was too late. Already, her body was waking up, eating away at morning grogginess. Well, that is, evening grogginess, seeing as it was late. Time for the show, eh? 

Mira darted out from her small nest of bed coverings, wide eyed. "Yes!" She hissed with a grin, hurrying to the dressing area. Oh, whoops. There was Drendale, Rire, and Aryanna. 

"Figures," she muttered under her breath. Then, raising her voice so it could be heard, Mira rummaged through the clothes rack and piped, "I, um, just woke up. Who's first?"

She grabbed the sleeve of her outfit, pulling it out of the mayhem. See, she wouldn't really mind the fact the costume rack was all wonky, if her outfit wasn't so frickin' delicate looking. It worried her every time she touched it that maybe she would rip it or a thread would come loose. 

But, jeez, that's petty. She folded the cloth over her arm and pressed her fingertip to her chin. Was she that petty? She moved her hand away from her face and flashed them a smile. In her bones (heheh) she could feel it. Tonight is gonna be a good night.