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[b][color=F39B05]Time:[/color][/b] Breakfast time!
[b][color=F39B05]Location:[/color][/b] River Port; Malachi’s mom’s house
[b][color=F39B05]Interactions:[/color][/b] Malachi [@princess]
[b][color=F39B05]Equipment: [/color][/b] A [url=https://i.imgur.com/Z1qXf7R.jpg]halberd[/url](always with him), and half-plate armor (left in the room).
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The mighty lion was deep in slumber. He slept through the bright pink rays of the sun that draped over his face. He slept through the cries of gulls that flew outside. He slept through every sound that echoed through the home in River Port. 

Zion was an exceptional sleeper, few things could rouse the resting lion. Including Malachi’s banging on the walls. 

But the hungry stomach growled as the scent of food reached his nose; that was more than enough to seize Zion’s attention. His eyes shot open as a singular thought held his attention; breakfast time. He was dressed, caring his halberd, which was always within reach, and bonding down the stairs. He learned several days ago that Malachi very much disapproved of naked lions scavaging about the kitchen and was sure not to repeat the mistake. 

His stomach growled again and the anticipation of breakfast left his tail swishing about with excitement. He nearly ran right into Malachi on his way toward the kitchen. 

[color=F39B05]“Mighty Malachi! Glorious morning to you, are we ready to feast!”[/color] The lion's voice boomed louder than necessary, and a bright toothy smile spread across his face. He looked around, the others did not appear ready to report for breakfast. [color=F39B05]“Waky waky, eggs and bakey.”[/color] Once again his voice echoed through the house. Zion nodded at Malachi, helping him to rouse the others for the day’s most important meal. 

[color=F39B05]“What’s for breakfast, sir?”[/color] He asked, his voice now a more reasonable volume, tail still twitching with excitement, as he sniffed at the air. The scents of freshly cooked food tickled his flared nostrils and again his stomach growled; the stomach was even less quiet than the lion. [/color]