on the days when fatigue doesn’t drape itself over her like a cloak, Jamie is quite the early-riser. there’s just…so much of the world to see. so much to do. how is she supposed to spend any of it sleeping?? unfortunately, social conventions dictate a certain discrepancy in the wee hours of the morning, out of respect for those still snoozing away. this morning especially, she spends a few very dull hours just sitting around, knowing Mama would worry if she woke to find Jamie gone so early.
when pink slips over the horizon, the girl moves to sit beside Cit, waiting for the day to start. thankfully, they quickly hear the call: Dad, summoning them. Jamie shoots to her feet so quickly she almost spills over and takes off across the Col, following her brother. she arrives rather out of breath and has to sit down, glaring at Cit and Bal as though daring them to say anything. once she feels a little more stable, Jamie lifts her chin and smiles breathlessly at Bas. “r-ready!”
