These days, Cara rarely had the opportunity, and if she was going to be honest. somewhat less rarely the desire, to sleep late, so it made it all the more galling, when on one of the the few occasions she had both, to she woke to the sun in her eyes. She knew she should have closed the drapes last night.

Biting back a groan as she rolled out of bed, she stretched as she crossed over to the to draw the blinds and block out the offending light. At least the climate control meant she didn't have to rely on a brazier to keep the room at a comfortable temperature regardless of her state of dress. Because she couldn't be bothered trying to find her shirt right this moment.

[establishy, but open if there happen to be any courtesan-assassin-pirate-ninjas around]

When she woke up this morning, Cara celebrated her newly regained maturity by attempting to smother herself with the nearest pillow.

Because acting like a well-behaved nine-year-old who'd kept themselves out of mischief the entire weekend was apparently something to be ashamed of and embarrassed by. Yes, she was totally reacting like a normal person here.

[open]

So there was a bed, a warm and soft bed, that while being so warm and so soft Cara hadn't wanted to get up wasn't her and Grace's bed, and the room wasn't their room either.

Also, the bed and the room were much bigger than hers and Grace's, maybe not as big as their whole home was, but close, and the walls looked like they were plastered like the school room was but if it was a school room, then why was there a bed?

So there was a very puzzled Cara perched cross-legged on the bed, trying to think this through.

[Open if you'd have a reason to be around.]