It had begun very early that morning for Agnes. She woke up with a yawn and as she stretched slightly a soft noise escaped her that almost sounded feline. Her fingers fumbled around the white lacquered bedside table, her body still buried under the puffy comforter and quilt, looking for her glasses. It didn't take her that long to find the large crimson frames and she slipped them on as a wave of familiarity washed over her. Like when you leave home for a long time and when you finally come back, all the memories and smells come flooding back. It was like that every morning with Aggie and her glasses, which she lovingly refers to as Reddie.
Swinging her legs off the warmth of her bed and onto the dark, cold, wooden flooring was always a bit hard. At least it woke her up. Shuffling over to her closet she opened the door and inside everything was labeled neatly and perfectly in their places. A soft smile of contentment turned at the corners of her mouth. Just how she liked things. She glanced over to the door of the closet, there was a mirror and all around the edges of it were sticky notes for upcoming "To-Dos" for the day. She sighed as she read over a few. "Make sure Maxy eats his breakfast. NO BOOZE BEFORE NOON." She skimmed a few others and noted that she needed to go sketching to earn some money. Maxy said he's out of spending money again. Her bronze eyes drifted to another one. "Don't let Iris get in too much trouble with her treasure hunting. Remember the incident with the merchants caravan." Aggie shuddered remembering that escapade. Poor Iris gets so excited sometimes. Then it gets them in trouble.
One more note caught her eye in particular. Mainly because the words on it had slipped her mind. "Remember! The Tourney is today!" Aggie stood, her baggy, soft pink, sweater half on. Her eyes fixed on the note taking it all in. As if it took her a moment to register. Suddenly Aggie cried out in distress and placed her hands on her head.
"Craaaap was that today? Max might hurt himself! He always, ALWAYS forgets to stretch first! I gotta go warn him!"
Aggie threw the sweater all the way on over her black leggings and white combat boots as she ran out the door frantic. As she made her way down the bustling main street Aggie looked around, her face bearing a worried expression. A few of her friends amongst the elderly asked her if she was alright. She'd only respond with a smile and a question about the whereabouts of her red-haired counterpart. None knew of where the crimson wanderer was however, to Aggie's chagrin. Had she lost him. . . Again?
As she made her way down the street the noise was rather overwhelming. A few meters ahead she saw the Guild. She had her own quarters there as well, but it just wasn't as cozy as her house. In front was the sectioned off spot for the tourney. She saw a few others starting to gather there. Sighing in defeat over finding Max in this mess, she had really hoped to find him because her anxieties were acting up again, she made her way over to wait. She knew very well that geezer would rear his most likely drunk head here eventually.
Boy would he be in for it when he did too.