Dreamless, blissful oblivion; It was a wonderful thing. One that Casidey was fully enjoying at the moment, curled up into a ball and lying on her side as she slept. She was cocooned snugly in a tattered, raggedy wool blanket that looked far older than the elf whose content face was the only thing sticking out from beneath it.
Casi was a creature of the night, usually staying up into the wee hours of the morning and sleeping in well past noon. Which was not unnatural for one of her occupation; thieving is done so much easier in darkness. But unfortunately her inner clock seemed to be just as stubborn as the rest of her and didn’t want to readjust to going to bed early and waking up with the sun. So when the first morning’s rays splashed across her unprotected face and woke her with a blinding orange glow as the light permeated through her still closed eyelids she was less than happy.
With something between a growl and a groan she flipped over onto her stomach and hid her face in the pack she used for a pillow in a last ditch effort to hold back the advancing day. It didn’t work. Within a moment she pushed herself up into a sitting position that could barely be considered vertical, eyes still clamped shut, and rubbed the whole of her face with a sniffle. Then she blindly grabbed her pack and searched within its depths until she pulled out a canteen of water. Unscrewing the cap she took a quick swig before dumping the rest of the contents over her head in a morning ritual that had began with their journey. Only then did she venture to crack open her eyes and take in her surroundings.
Several of the others were already awake before her, no surprise there, and she mumbled something incoherent that served as a greeting. She couldn’t even bring herself to make some kind of sarcastic comment or witty insult about Laeris being obsessive compulsive with his overly orderly cleanliness, which she would have jumped at during any other time of the day. It was just too early. Instead she settled for just staying hunched in the undyed blanket that still clung loosely around her shoulders and tried to keep awake while she waited for the tea.
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