Elia hated birds and now she was starting to hate her comrades. 

The rather rude awakening of beating wings and excited, but also panicked squawks was enough to already pester the Midlander awake. However, the addition of voices screaming, people arguing, and objects being thrown was enough to really make Elia's blood boil. It was too early for all this noise and commotion and it had already been a restless night due to the excitement and nerves of what today might entail. 

Furiously, Elia tossed her covers aside and leaped out of bed with intention of getting out of here. She still had the basic white night garments that hung loosely on her body as she began dragging her large chest, that sat at the foot of her bed, towards the exit to this room. On her way out, she turned and grabbed her spear off the room's weapon rack before kicking the door open and sliding out into the hallway, leaving that whole debacle behind. 

Elia received a few curious looks by some early risers as she held her spear in one hand and dragged her chest in the other. She wandered for a bit down the various hallways, not looking for any place in particular but rather some place where she could get ready in peace. She found the castle larder to be rather quiet at this time, seeing as the first meal wouldn't be served for another hour or so and the occasional presence of the kitchen staff didn't bug her as she was not a shy girl. So despite the stunned looks of the male kitchen staff, she removed her night garments and exchanged them for preferred attire.