Marlix got up with a deep groan. Again, he had been up later than the rest of his brothers observing the stars - a rather bad habit of his. He dressed, all in dark, muted colors, and put a comb though his hair. It always seemed to knot no matter what he did, so after a few brushes, he nodded in a halfway satisfactory sense. He looked at himself in the mirror, slightly worried for what might happen today, but hopeful all the same. I mean, he /was/ the eldest brother. He had a better chance than the others, what with his agreeable nature and maturity. one more hand through the hair to check for knots and he went to get himself something to eat.