Nox awoke with a start, jolting up from her position in bed as all hell broke loose. She'd been dreaming of vague, foggy visions, ones she could never quite remember but were always painted in a bath of unpleasant, anxious feelings. Wiping the warm, sticky night sweat from her brow, she tried to make sense of what was happening.
A falcon was desecrating their bedchambers in the wee hours of the morning and her fellow knights were scrambling around like chickens with their heads cut off in order to catch it. Gods. One boy managed to have the falcon steady itself onto his arm for a moment, only to have another boy startle it into taking flight again and causing more mayhem. Pulling the rough, scratchy covers of her bed sheets up over her head again, she tried to form a barrier against the frantic flying projectiles and her heavy lidded morning face.
There were few occasions that could cause Nox to have an incredibly unpleasant day like being startled awake could. Groaning and sitting up again, she grabbed her cloak from her bedpost and pulled it on over her arms, dodging an errant pillow as it flew past her head and landed onto her bed with a thud. She brought the hood up onto her head and surveyed the situation. Today would be interesting, wouldn't it. Gods help them all.