you can call me great one

Jaina had woken up early and been unable to get back to sleep, which had nothing to do with the realization that tomorrow her dad and aunt would be here. Nor did it have anything to do with that niggling little paranoia that certain meetings might cause the authorities to be called, or entre sections of the island to be blown up or something.

She'd spent a good part of her early hours handwavily at the salle for some drills before coming back to clean up and change, following it up with some good old-fashioned room cleaning. Because she didn't want to get that Look and be told to clean it, yes. Shhh.


[For Karal in particular, open in general, and SP is love. Door's open.]