The sounds of a conversation penetrated the darkness of sleep and caused her to stir.

Rikive awoke with a headache and very little memory of what happened last night. She definitely remembered the party, meeting Parael and them going from tavern to tavern sampling all of the alcohol mortals had to offer. There was a car with pink whiskers and...She could vaguely remember a fight?

She blinked her eyes open, staring around the orderly room with a mixture of confusion and no shortage of grouchiness. "Ugh." She groaned slowly pushing herself up on the bed. She saw her sword, belt, chain mail and shoes all piled into a corner next to the bed, leaving her in her red tunic and trousers. She ran her hand through her hair and grimaced when it met the mess that used to be a braid. Yanking out the ribbon she started to comb her fingers through her hair when the smell of cooking food reached her nose.

Hair somewhat in order she got up to her feet to head for the door, pausing when she noticed the note taped to it. Whatever 'Google Translate' was, Parael should reconsider using it again. She tossed the note aside and headed out of the bedroom, her bare feet hardly making a sound as she followed the smell of food.

"Parael?" She called out, bringing up her hand to rub at her eye as she entered the kitchen. She blinked seeing him drinking some kind of orange liquid in large quantities, but didn't comment on it. "Good morrow." She greeted him, a curious frown pulling at her lips. "Did I...fight someone last evening?" She asked, pressing her hand against her forehead and trying to drag the memories forth. "My memory grows...fuzzy after the tavern with the Irish car bomb drink. But...I think I remember drawing Winterthorn." She leaned back against a wall and shut her eyes to block out the sunlight coming into the apartment. It was starting to make her skull throb. "My head hurts."

She was silent for a moment before opening her eyes and looking at him in utter confusion. "Did thou...dawn a dress?"