Brekesday morning dawned late, as it was the winter solstice. Accordingly, the party also rose late - at least, by Elise’s standards. For the rest of them, it seemed perfectly reasonable to get up around ninth bell on a weekend after a late night of partying.
The ranger had woken before the rest of her party, just as the sun was rising - though the light had yet to penetrate the thick canopy of the foliage above them. She sat up in her round, tufted bed, and stretched as she looked around. The sheer canopy around her bed had turned the dormitory-like lofted sleeping space into a misty, shadowed space - though she could still make out the shape of her friends in the beds nearby. She grunted a bit, pulling the thin strap of her nightgown up before parting the curtain of her bed and setting
