[center][h2][color=teal]Zara[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/QDRaQkR.jpg[/img][/center][hr]

[i]Footsteps. Slamming of doors. Car horns blaring. Screaming. Laughing.[/i]

These were the normal occurrences of Zara's nightly dreams. Or, more accurately, nightmares. What the young woman hid during the day only resurrected itself when her eyes turned heavy and gave way to sleep. However, she had grown numb to the terror behind her lids. It was also growing increasingly frustrating to never get a good night's sleep. Which was the present situation when all of the lights blared in her room. 

With a groan, she dragged the blanket over her eyes and waved her fingers towards the lights, effectively turning them back off. The bloody damn things only stayed off long enough for her to start drifting back into sleep. With a more notable groan, Zara kicked the blankets off and sat up in her bed. [color=teal]"Fine! I'm up!"[/color] She rolled her eyes and stood, catching a faint glimpse of her wild bed hair in her floor-length mirror. With a raised brow, she took a step back and surveyed herself. She took in the plaid pajama pants and black tank top, which was all overshadowed by her floppy purple curls which looked as though she had been electrocuted. Rubbing her left cheek with her palm, she rolled her eyes and grabbed a thick black robe and her slippers. No use getting dressed when she didn't even know where they were going yet.

The girl dragged her feet along the floor to the meeting room, catching little whispers along the way. She could hear some of her associates still snoring away while others were tediously working on who knows what. Well, she could find out what, but she had already been lectured yesterday on keeping her mind to herself. She yawned loudly as she reached the meeting room. Her right brow raised even more at the small group that was already in attendance; however her mind was particularly interested on Isadora's current attire. Allowing herself just a little peek, she dipped her toe into the woman's mind just enough to satisfy her curiosity. When she got what she had came for, she smirked at Isadora before glancing at Emory. She lightly tapped her index finger against her nose. [color=teal]"Well. And a dandy morning to you as well."[/color]