[color=f484bd][i]Summer Silvershade[/i][/color]

Summer stumbled through camp, yawning sleepily. Her dark hair was in a disheveled cloud around her head, mismatched eyes half-lidded. The sun was less than a hands-width above the horizon – why the heck was she awake?! It was too early to be up. 

She stumbled sleepily down the path in the vague direction of the cooking area, hoping Delshad might have coffee or tea, though she knew that would be an unlikely thing. Though it would be easy enough to lift a sack or two of tea the next time the group went on a raid…
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 [color=feffa6][i]Sunny Rose[/i][/color]

Sunny skipped happily down the main “street” of camp, dodging twos and threes of grim-looking thieves. Everyone looked so grim – Why was everyone so grim? There was a bit of warmth to the air, just the faintest scent of green things. Spring was on the way, and spring meant cute things and flowers. And also more food and maybe even some early berries…

She came to a stop outside the kitchens, grinning up at Delshad. She mimed scrubbing dishes, before pointing to herself. She never seemed to turn up on the work schedule and she never quite knew why, so nearly every day she’d come to the kitchens and volunteer to wash dishes, at least for one meal.
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[color=b2ff82][b]“Prince” Lucas Caerlight[/b][/color]

Prince whistled to himself as he waltzed down the main street of the camp, pretending not to notice the bemused stares and laughs that followed him, jeers at the fragile, dry daisy crown that was settled in his dull black hair or the equally fragile, dry way he carried himself.

It was a good day for the most important resident of Crescent Dagger – the basket of pastries on his arm, given to him by that silly flirty cookmaid, said as much. So now, he supposed, it was time to go to the kitchens and do his dishwashing. He never understood how he always wound up on the cleaning chore rotation and never Miry, but… oh well.

As he walked past the rough-hewn tables of the (mostly-deserted, at this hour) eating area, he noticed something under the table. Nearly every person at camp would have missed seeing the small, dark-haired girl who was curled up under a table, watching the cooking area intently. Probably intending to try and nab food, if her hiding place was any indication.

Prince walked over to the table she was hiding under and knocked on the top of the wood, then put the basket under it. “Good morning, Lady Blue. I was going to bring you breakfast but it seems you saved me the walk – thank you, for that.”
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[color=84f4ec][b]Winter Silvershade[/b][/color]
Winter had been up with the dawn, naturally, and had bid Emily – Paige, rather – a good morning as he headed off into the woods, dueling sword in hand. It had become an old habit of theirs – he’d go off in the mornings, either hunting or practicing, and she’d always be there with a smile and a soft “good morning”. She was a good sort. Loyal to a fault, despite everything that had happened.

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The sun was well above the horizon when Winter stumbled back to the tent, panting. He’d had a very good practice session – probably ran about five miles, systematically dissected his practice dummy, and done a fair amount of stretching. He’d also gone around and picked up all of the snares he and the other hunters had set – Spring was coming, and spring meant baby animals, and it definitely wouldn’t be good to inadvertently snare babies. Besides the practice he’d also rinsed off in the stream, which was probably the closest thing to a bath he’d get until the summer, when it would be warm enough for swimming.

He hurried into his tent, intent on putting on some clean clothes. He found the underclothes and breeches no problem, but couldn’t seem to find his tunic, despite nearly tearing the tent apart looking for it.

Finally he went to the girls’ tent, not caring that he still didn’t have a shirt on. “Miry, Paige, have you seen my light green tunic…?”
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[color=d7bcf4][i]Miry Ghostheart[/i][/color]

Miry thanked Paige, as always, when the girl woke her up. It had taken months for them to get the routine of it – after they’d left Aesiria, Paige had always insisted on being up before Miry to do her morning chores, and Miry had always refused and tried to wake up earlier, which made Paige wake up earlier. When they were getting up two hours before dawn, they’d finally had an argument that had resulted in the deal they had now. Paige would get up first and then would come and wake Miry.

The girl had dressed herself, casting a longing glance at her old, lovely dresses while she’d fastened the buttons of her no-nonsense gray tunic. All the buttons up to her throat, sleeves buttoned all the way down to her wrists, despite the slightly-warmer temperatures. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but better than people seeing the marks.

She’d gone off into the woods to practice flute – that was what she did most mornings, often trying to mimic the birdsong that echoed throughout the trees at that hour. When she came back into camp an hour and a bit later, ready for breakfast, she thought to stop by the tent to drop off her flute. She walked in just in time to hear Winter asking Paige about a missing tunic.

She didn’t know what she was expecting, but she certainly didn’t expect to be greeted by a half-naked Winter at the door to her tent. She stood there for a moment while she scrambled for something to say, then finally said, “Winter, why do you suppose we have taken your shirt? You are the only one in our party who could wear something that big – Paige and I certainly would not have taken it…”

She made a “shoo”ing motion. “Go back to your tent and find something to wear – it is still wintertime and you will catch a cold being out like that. We will tell you if we find your shirt, however.”