As the sunlight poured through a crack in the half-opened window upstairs, dust was illuminated throughout the workshop below; settling on a rack of weapons in the corner and the cold anvil in the middle of the room. Shina turned over to avoid the light waking her. She was not a morning person but she knew she had to get up early, those swords and tools weren't going to mould themselves. As she stirred, she felt a breeze suddenly rush through the window, and the feeling of wind circling her head. Soft fur brushed her cheek, then heavy pads landing on her head, 'AHHH!' Shina startled and fell out of her bed in a crumple amongst her sheets. 'Ugh thanks Lapoo, I didn't need an alarm, i know perfectly well what time it is'. As she pulled a sheet from off her head, a pair of deep black eyes met hers, and a soft squeak followed. Throwing her clothes on and tying her unruly red hair back, Shina leapt from the upstairs lofty bed area to the ground - she didn't need the ladder that the old blacksmith used, after all, her large tail helped alleviate the fall. Still, she didn't remove it, it was another memory of her loving guardian, one of many little things she refused to throw away. Going to her 'kitchen' area - which consisted of a little stove in the corner of the workshop, she whipped up some eggs and schlotschic. She still hadn't got used to the taste of the drink but it helped her on these kind of mornings. When Shina had finished breakfast, she re-stoked the furnace ready for another hard days work. 'Well Lapoo, let's see what today brings hey? Who knows, maybe we might hear from Guan'. Lapoo flew beside her, giving confused sqeaks. '....Or maybe not'. She chuckled and opened up the workshop windows and door.