Morning

The morning light creeps through the windows and the slight blond girl wakes.  She slowly stretches before rising and getting dressed.  Once outside she finds a quiet flat spot in the grass just outside one of the paddocks.  She sits cross legged in the grass pushing aside the memory of her mother scolding her to “sit like a lady” she lays her on her legs palms up.

Awoken from an uneasy sleep, Jonn blinked an eye open to look blearily around the room. Light from the flames danced upon the far wall. Old, wooden timbers held up the second story above his head. A couple of small rooms led off from the common room where he lied. He idly stroked his fingers through the course fur of the bear-skin rug upon which he slept.