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Esmeralda stared up at her ceiling, the various images, posters and drawings on the ceiling a welcome distraction as she tried to will herself back to sleep. It was much too early to be up... she'd only been asleep a few hours, the book she'd been writing in having slipped to the ground, opening still. Gods knew where her pen had gone... Sighing as that thought lead to what she'd been doing, she admitted defeat, reaching over to check the time. 

Barely morning, at least by her standards. Sighing, Esmeralda rolled out of bed, running a hand through her long, black hair- perhaps the only thing she absolutely loved about herself in more than just a beauty standard. Absently glancing at her posters once more, Esmeralda allowed herself a moment of indulgence, enjoying the figures of some of her favourite actors, before he gaze moved over the other posters she had. Some might consider it a bit strange for her to have video game, movies, and other such inspired memerolbellia, but it felt right to her. 

Who said you couldn't be beautiful and a geek? Oddly enough, that fact seemed to attract many such men to her- although this was one thing she did because she [i]enjoyed[/i] it. Smirking slightly as her gaze inevitably moved to one of the many mirrors around her room. She really was a fine specimen, and she supposed she had her mother to thank for that- although she'd never let that be known to her vain, selfish and otherwise entitled Goddess of a mother. And her father to thank for her curious mind, knowing she herself had been a wilful, vain and somewhat child to handle. 

Still, who could blame her for that? Chuckling softly, she paused a moment in her thoughts, wondering just what to wear. Her siblings could prim and preen all they liked, but Emseralda would draw eyes to her, not just for her beauty, but for her absolute badass of an attitude. She hoped it was such... As she hurriedly dressed, she was nearly out the door of her bedroom before she remembered her note book. Picking it up, Emseralda placed it back in its spot, pausing another moment to check on Nieve, the hare blearly looking up at her as if she had woken her. 

Amused, Emseralda started out again, making her way towards the Mess Hall, pondering what just to have. As she walked, she reached up and tied her hair with a black ribbon she'd found in her pockets- not entirely sure what it had made its way in there.