Middle of Fall: Sun Rise
Baam had been awake most of the night, her dreams haunting her, as they always did, thus her reasoning for not sleeping much. But as she saw the light of the sun coming up into the sky, she placed her silver ribbon back into her hair and stepped out of her room, taking her few things she carried with her, her sword placed on her back. She returned the key to the Inn keep and sighed slightly. For once, she had wished she had actually had more sleep than she actually had had that night.
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Raiden sat in his thrown because, of course, what powerful Lord didn't need a room for his favorite seat former furniture? He dug his nails into the arms of the chair, his patience already growing thin just from the few minutes he had been awake. "Those damn lazy little," the rest came out as a mumble under his breath. But before he could continue with his self aimed angry mumbling, he rose and practically stormed his way out of his thrown room and down the hallway where the three of his little workers slept, their rooms all across from one another's. He went along the hall and stopped between their doors, "wake up," he said slowly, though his tone rang of no such thing as playfulness or the like, just annoyance and anger, as it always did. He grew tired of having to wake them up in the mornings, their biological clocks needed to be worked on.