[u][h3][center]Ana of Auroris[/center][/h3][/u]
Watery dawn light filtered in through the window, cutting through the curtain and illuminating the dust motes that floated through the air. Ana rubbed her eyes and yawned; she'd slept longer than she intended. Hopefully the others would be waiting. If not . . . She supposed she would head out on her own.
She quickly got ready for the day before heading downstairs, tucking everything she had in her satchel at her side. Her magic hummed softly beneath her skin. She was ready. Whether or not the others joined her, she would be finding the scrolls or dying in the mountain pass.