When she woke, it was not in a fit rise. It was the sun. The long windows of the sunroom let the sun leech through the thin clouds and pass into the grass room. It was easy to rise, violet eyes blinking against the glow and smiling at the sun that had been long lost. Raindrops dotted the window, but none were falling from the clouds. She moved quickly, jumping from the bed and kissing the sleepy Ambrose on the nose. She would leave him behind, though the hedgehog didn’t seem to mind much.
Four paws tapped over the wooden floors, listening to the empty and sleepy mansion. Purple eyes wandered, and she knew who she sought. Their scents were not in the manor, even as she crept past their room she only found remnants of their scent. She pushed the door open, standing on the porch, head held high and enjoying the warmth of a true summer air on her face.
Voices came to her ears, small high voices. Smiling, the young woman trotted down the stairs and moving towards where they must be playing. Past the fence, through the garden and into the forest that surrounded Haven Manor. Creeping through the underbrush, she followed the sounds and scents on her quarry. A smiled on her maw the brown fey looked on as the three sibling played.
“Who wants to go to the beach?” She asked, knowing that though there were still clouds in the sky it was beach kind of day.