[center][h2][color=cyan]Celeste[/color] & [color=gold]Orion[/color][/h2]
Orion was sleeping rather well. His bed was nice and warm and the house was quiet. However, the peace didn't last long before the quiet was broken by the sounds of familiar screaming. Orion groaned and buried his head under his pillow, hoping to drown out the sound and going back to sleep. Just when the peace returned and he thought he might actually be able to go back to sleep, a quiet creaking sound drifted over to him which was followed by soft foots steps. He felt his bed dip gently, almost not feeling it at all. The light weight crawled towards him and he cracked an eye open when he felt a gentle poke on his cheek. Bright blue eyes gazed at him amid a tumble of brown curls. His eye slowly glanced to the side and groaned when he saw the time through blurry eyes. 

[color=gold]"It should be illegal to wake someone up this early."[/color] He muttered to his sister and closed his eyes. Celeste frowned down at him and huffed lightly. Since his eyes were closed he couldn't see her hands and so she resorted to poking him again. He peeked his eye open and looked at her again. She gave him a look that clearly meant he needed to get up. He sighed before sitting up, wrapping his arms around Celeste so she wouldn't go tumbling off the bed with his movement. Celeste giggled silently and reached one small hand up, playing with a strand of his hair. Orion smiled slightly at the sound. [color=gold]"My hair is deifying gravity again isn't it?"[/color] Celeste nodded before climbing off the bed. Orion saw that she was already dressed for the day and decided to do the same. After throwing on some clothes he attempted to tame his hair but gave up when he saw it was a losing battle. His hair did what it wanted. Orion glanced at Celeste, who had been waiting in the hall while he got dressed. He exited his room and the siblings made their way to the kitchen. [color=gold]"Morning."[/color] He said to the occupants of the room while Celeste waved.

Celeste gave everyone a small smile before she walked over to Ena, where one hand gripped the older girl's shirt lightly while the child stood on her tip toes, peering at the contents on the stove.[/center]
[@Savi]