early bird gets the worm and other clichés

Soundly asleep one more and the next, the rising sun is in her face. An open den door left ajar on accident from their early rising father has Lumine squinting and letting out disappointed grumbles. Attempting to roll over and get comfortable, her paws digging into Bjorn's back, the sudden removal of warmth from nearby has her eyes actually opening. Who had left? Their mother's large frame still cradled around them, but from that open doorway, she can see Stymir standing there, eyes raking over them several times. Where did he think he was going?

Wanting to not necessarily stick her nose in her brother's business, she also doesn't want to miss out on an opportunity of fun. Wriggling her way out from under Hall and Runa with one last kick to Bjorn's butt for good measure, Lumine does a biiiiig long stretch. Giving her coat a good shake, she greets the morning sun with a smile and half-closed eyes. Allowing those golden rays to warm up her still sleepy body, she soaks it in for a moment before following Styrmir's scent.

He's not far off and from a distance away, she can see he's doing something... Her brow furrows, lips pursing, she doesn't stop until she's at the edge of his imaginary dojo circle. "Ahem, what is it that you are doing?" Lumine directs her question as her brother who to her appears to be dancing, but she knows that's definitely not it.

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