Anseyla would seemingly be an earlier riser, as he'd be sitting up a little bit higher up on a hill above the entire camp, with his eyes closed and enjoying the sunrise as the sun gently greeted him with it's warm and blissful touch. Anseyla would be lost in the sounds of the animals graze, the crackling of the smoldering fires, and the gently smoke of disintegrated firewood. Anseyla enjoyed all of the smaller moments as best as he could, his philosophy knowing that the major events of life could easily cast over the beautiful and more minuscule memories. Anseyla would gently perk a sharper, more eleven ear when he heard the call of Hulius, alerting them that they would be moving out soon. Anseyla with this knowledge, slowly stood himself up and carefully made his way back down the hill, as he seemed to be a more cautious individual by character. Upon reaching the bottom, Anseyla would walk more into the more general congregation of people, as he'd await for the entire traveling band to begin moving out toward a hopefully brighter future. Anseyla as he stood around however would take time to fix his hair, ensuring that his more eleven features were not shown, as it seemed to be a noticeable quirk that he was hiding something when it came to his heritage. Anseyla would find a place in the crowd of people to close his eyes and enjoy the sun's presence once more, keeping his senses alert as to when they would finally be on the move.