There was warmth. No... cold? There was light and there was dark, lids flickering against the dappled sunlight that streamed into the room. It was bright, that was all she could comprehend, and the effort for her snow white form to roll over would collide with nothing. Silvano was not present, the reason for her lack of warmth, and her ears flicked instinctively as she heard the stoat shuffle to be by her side. Tux managed to leap onto objects until he was on the bed, nuzzling the woman's cheek. Giselle smiled sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room, though her vision was still blurry. "Tux.. wh-what time is it?" She mumbled, though her words were mostly incoherent. The chocolate stoat only responded by nuzzling her again, and moving towards the nearest windowsill.
He squeaked out a word, though Giselle wasn't sure if she heard him correctly. "Wha...?" The stoat spoke again, and now she was sure she understood him: Day The shock set in, then, of what time of day it was, and so Giselle struggled to sit up. Her body, however, felt like a weight as the femme pushed her back up against the wall. "Oh goodness, it can't be~" She tried to argue with the sunlight, but her body would not let her cooperate, and as she wriggled to get out of bed, her shaky legs gave out from beneath her. "Ah!" Grabbing at the furs on the bed did not help to save her as Giselle collided to the floor, the furs falling atop her. Tux squealed, leaping out of harm's way but jumping right back towards the woman to check on her.
Falling was a common thing for Giselle, but her form was normally light, alert and ready for the day. Giselle, now lying on the floor, kicked the air in confusion, but as her upper half sat up quickly, her head began to swim. A dainty hand sunk itself into her auburn locks, closing her eyes to rid herself of the swirling motions. After a few moments, it disappeared, but it took a few minutes before Giselle would open her eyes, and then stand up, and then move about in her room. "Oh, Tux, I feel so strange," she said quietly, though on one else was around. "Maybe I just need some fresh air~" As usual, the woman tried to stay calm and positive, and as she draped herself in her robin egg-colored dress, she moved slowly and silently to the door.
As she arrived to the foot of the stairs of the Hotel, they felt like they looped on for an eternity. She could hear her companion squeak comfortingly on her shoulder, and with that bit of encouragement she began to take the steps down one at a time. Giselle wasn't all too sure of how she felt, one moment she was fine and the next she felt like a wilting flower... helpless and shriveled. At a landing, Giselle paused for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut when she felt the strange dizzying feeling again, hands clutching at the rail for support. When it washed away, the woman continued, but by then she felt tired, her tongue rolling out of her mouth in anything but a ladylike fashion. Still, she continued to push herself as she shuffled towards the Hotel's entrance, to be able to taste that sweet summer air that the woman suddenly craved with each step.
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