"Ughh.." Another night without dreams. Hex's eyes fluttered open, and she drowsily picked herself up off of her bed. Her mind was, for the most part, still asleep. Hopefully she didn't wake up too late. Mom always made her give a speech to the masses if she woke up late. Better head off to breakfast and talk with the Beedrill, she had a whole new day- wait. Never mind. She'd almost forgotten. Hex sighed, and gave a wide yawn, and slowly began to drift out of the door. Josh and Matt weren't in their beds, so they woke up relatively early in the morning. She always hated waking up early. Her mother forced her to do it, because a "princess" was always waking up early and always being polite and never using the shortened forms of words. Hex pushed open the wooden door with a gust, and flew through it. "Hey. 'Mornin." She greeted Josh and Matt with a small nod. Nearby, there was the same Eevee from the dungeon. Blue scarf, pale fur. A bit odd looking for an Eevee, but she shrugged it off. "Heya." She greeted Celes. Hex began to flutter down the hall, heading to the main room where the mission and outlaw board. There was nothing like a good mission to warm you up in the morning. She could definitely use some practice. Hex paused, hearing voices, and ducked back into the corridor. Arnold and Archie were talking the main room. She eavesdropped for a second. They were talking about a kidnapping.. And the same poor Bidoof as before had been chased by Arnold. Something about an Eevee with a light blue sc - An Eevee with a light blue scarf? Hex turned back to Celes. She didn't see any other Eevees hanging around with light blue scarves. Celes had taken hers off, but Hex could see it in her paw. "Err.. Celes?" She fluttered over to the Eevee. "Arnold and Archie are looking for some Eevee with a light blue scarf. Do you think that's you?" The situation seemed oddly familiar. Arnold and Archie had chased around the Bidoof for thinking that it was involved in the kidnapping of an Eevee. Maybe Celes was in the same boat as Hex. Running from home, and being tracked down by someone. She waited for an answer.