The floorboards creaked as Leo rolled over the hard and unforgiving wood-paneled floor that he called his resting pace. Sunlight flushed in through the lone carriage window, rousing Leo. He toyed with the idea of just staying in bed for a bit longer, but that would mean losing breakfast. Unwilllingly, he groggily picked himself up and stretched his stiff body as he yawned. Most people's carriages had a bed, some sort of decoration, just something or other to make it homey. To Leo, homey meant bales of hay and animals. For the most part, at the moment, most of his darling animals were still resting or just getting up. He walked past a lion stretching out his hind paws and open the door of his carriage, and took a step out into the open. His face met sunbaked air, and he smiled, if only just a little. It was a pretty day. As he began making his way to the breakfast tables, he kept his head down, his eyes averted. This was in order to avoid some conversations he'd rather not have. As he approached the breakfast table he saw Drina with her bowls of soup talking to Azga. Leo had to admit, Azga looked downright amazing. He had heard of the wild orgies that Azga hosted, but he was not one for them. He had been invited to one of them once, but he never was one for what was supposed to be the wild allure of sex, and sadly, he declined. As he picked up his bowl of soup, he nodded to Drina, and quickly cast his eyes down and turned away. He sat down with his bowl of soup next to West - who was shuffling his deck of cards like he did every day. "Morning everyone," said West. "Morning," said Leo, keeping his eyes glued to his soup.