Snippet #2445696

Adena rose with the sun, stretching herself out comfortably. The girl took a few minutes to savor the room she was in. Despite the fact that Teratogen was not meant to be the most comfortable place (it was rehab after all, the governors probably didn't want to give the attendees any reason to return), it was much better than a couple of blankets on the cold ground. The first few weeks weren't that bad on the road weren't that bad. Eventually though, the hard ground began to take it's toll. Even Tetragon's lumpy excuse for a mattress felt like sleeping on a cloud for the young phoenix.

Hurriedly, realizing the time, Adena pulled herself out of bed and slipped into something presentable. It was only about five minutes until the morning meeting.

If one looked up the definition of morning person, Adena would be featured prominently on the page. However, her definition of morning was right as the sun rose. It was pretty much impossible to wake her up a moment earlier. Likewise, she was bounding with energy as long as the sun was in the sky. The moment the sky was dark, Adena lost all energy.

This wasn't something that came with the curse, just a personal quirk Adena had had since she was young. She held on to it, holding to the sleep-cycle not only because it was comfortable and familiar, but because it was one of the few things that had not changed with this... this curse.

Now up and ready, Adena made her way out into the hall and down to where the meeting was supposed to be held. Cautiously, she poked her head in. The djinn, the Nephilim and the Harpy were already there. She took a seat across from the other two. She would've gotten a cuppa as well, but it was just about impossible for the conference room brewer to get the coffee anywhere near hot enough for her.