[center][b][u]Carmen[/u][/b]
[s](OMG I can make IC posts again)[/s][/center]

Carmen woke up.

Normally, this would be an event on its own, requiring several hours, at least 400 square feet, a full beauty salon, and (naturally) a walk-in closet the size of Rhode Island. But, as she currently had none of those things and had a sleeping Lily to not wake up, the process was a little more normal. However, her Narnia wardrobe/TARDIS closet sufficed and she was soon ready for another day in paradise - sundress, designer flip flops and massive sun hat all equipped and ready to go.

Once she had done all that, she whisked out of the house silently in her bird form, perching on the rook and transforming back to her human form, trumpet in hand. Sitting on the edge of the roof with her feet lazily dangling, she began to play, figuring the sun was high enough that nobody would be disturbed by it. She played sweet, simple tunes that could very easily be construed as Athalia's vacation alarm clock, playing them to no one in particular and generally just taking in the view and the island air as she weaved sounds into a piece with her instrument. She figured it was possible that Lily would be pleasantly woken up from the melodies, but she again mentally referred herself to the height of the sun - the day was there for the taking.