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Upon the coming of the dawn, Isokla awoke to discover Kagarioni gone, ran a hand through her hair and vaugely contemplated what had happened last night. Groaning to herself, she stretched under the thick blanket she'd shared with the girl and gradually sat up. Still concealed under the covers, she fumbled around for her shift, discarding her old one. Pulling her dress from the line (whilst still wrapped around with her blanket), she dressed herself quickly and effeciently and rose to her feet.
Exiting the tent, she was taken aback by the heavy, heavy fog that blanketed the area. Having already gathered her things, she made her way through the low hung cloud and sat upon a slightly damp rock. Withdrawing her brush, she began to run it through her hair with long, singular strokes until it was finally free of knots. Long and silken as always, her silvery hair shone in the dim morning light, and only served to emphasis her pale, delicate skin. She appeared more beautiful than the night before, though her pale opal blue eyes were distant, lost within thought as she continued her routine brushing.
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OOC: Once you've all woken up and done whatever morning whatnots you plan on doing and possibly interacting, I'll move the game on, or let Leggy move it on. Any objections? [img]smile.gif[/img]
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