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Before the day could be reborn, Rhoo was looking over the garden of their rather lavish barracks. She stood with her hands folded over the small of her back, scarcely even breathing. The silence of the hour before the sun broke over the horizon was, in a way, deafening. Not a creature seemed to stir from their slumber. 

Rhoo knew that if her mother were here, they would be speaking in hushed voices, having a conversation about the beauty of the night...or what disastrous injuries they'd see that day. Rhoo picked up the habit of rising before the sun from Aiana, and she had no intention to yet break that tradition. Cool, blue eyes cut over to the left, expecting to see a tall and strong blonde woman standing boldly, admiring the darkness. Yet there was no one. It was an empty room.

She had exited her quarters some time before the first bell. The sun was just peeking over the plains, illuminating the great hall in a warm, dim light. Rhoo stood on the third and topmost floor of the layered barracks. Movement from the second floor caught her attention, and she peered down past the protective railing. She could have sworn that her ears twitched by themselves as her hearing seemed to amplify, yet she still could not understand what the low voices of Evelyn and her father were saying.

Quietly, she made her way toward the stairs and descended them as if she were gliding downward.