Bleary-eyed and rather hungry, Elizabeth finally gave up on sleep for morning (her dreams were horrid nightfrights and completely forgotten when she opened her eyes) and rolled out of bed. Her robe was thrown on quickly to combat the early morning chill. She then quickly braided her hair and splashed a bit of water on her face in the hopes of waking herself up. It did little save give her a cheeks a rosy glow and, by the time she staggered down the stairs, the couch by the fire was calling her name.

Snippets of music floated through the commons and drew her attention from the gentle call of the couch. She followed the sound, rubbing her eyes absent-mindedly as she saw Patrick. A smile slipped to her sleepy face.

"G-Goodmorning, Patrick..." she greeted before stiffling a yawn and sitting across from the boy. "You're r-really good...How long h-have you been playing?"

~Elizabeth StClair~