Corsca walked out onto deck, yawning and stretching. It would take a lot more than some horn to wake her up from deep sleep. She had her mace lazy dragged behind her, as she observed the people scattering around on deck. She almost wanted to chuckle, but she still had the grogginess from waking up dragging her down. She yawned instead, her messy hair fluffing up in all directions, anyone who tried to criticize her would be swiftly dealt with anyways. [b]"Morning."[/b] She grumbled, running a hand across her eyes, damn, she should just go back to sleep.