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- Kenna had never been one of British Columbiaโs early morning risers, and she was beginning to truly feel that that was never written to be part of her destiny. She felt unsettled by the things others often saw as pure beauty: the early-morning stillness that drew across the sea coated it with a shimmer of sunlight and a glimmering reflection, the tranquil state of the water making it seem as if natureโs deep sea was one big ice rink, often put oneโs mind at ease, but for Kenna, the lack of activity made things feel distant; unalive, even. She felt out of her body in those primitive stages of waking, yet knew that one simple step would rumble across the forest floor. In the early mornings, she felt like there was no space for humankind; everyone deserved a moment of meditation, and early daylight hours was Mother Natureโs time to debrief and recollect. Kenna was most content snuggling up in the comforts of her bed, grabbing onto a bundle of her blanket as she flipped onto her other side, heart lurching up to the throat as she felt her knee brush the drop-off point of her mattress. She didnโt have many tasks written in her agenda, but rolling โ quite literally โ out of bed was not one of them. Forcing her eyes to remain shut for a few more moments, she rolled back, this time landing on her stomach, head burying itself down into her feathery pillow. The scent of lingering laundry detergent mingled with some sort of earthy fragrance filled her senses like she had just been sprayed under the nose with perfume. She was keen on getting a nip of natureโs fresh breath against her skin; Kenna spent so much time outside that it was as if she was required to maintain a certain number of hours in the sun in order to survive.
She dragged her body upright in zombie-like form, head the last to roll up. Her shoulders were tense; either she had slept in an inhumane position, or it was from her leap-frog adventures up in the trees yesterday afternoon. She ran a hand over her tangled hair; was that a leftover piece of twig twisted into her frizzy waves? No, it was worse: her hair had knotted uncomfortably. โI canโt win,โ she grumbled under her breath, although her tone was far from genuinely displeased. Kenna took this opportunity to spend more time in her bed as she carefully raked her fingers through her hair, parting the strands piece by piece until her locks freed from one another. Then she braided it back; Kenna had made far too many jokes about how chopping her head off right from the roots would make life so much easier. Of course, sheโd never actually go through with it, but with the number of times she had spoken rather distasteful of it would likely take longer to convince someone that she didnโt really mean what she said, than convincing them that she was serious.
By now, the sunshine was highlighting the window frame, and after staring at it for a second too long, an outline of a reddened image burned into her eyes, presenting itself maddeningly with each blink taken. Kenna truly did have a love-hate relationship with mornings. Not like Vivette, who always seemed to be up bright-eyed and cheery hours before Kenna was. Although Kenna often saw Vivette as part of the sun itself: she always had such radiant energy that lit up the room the way the sunshine was currently saturating the glass window. Okay, enough thinking. With a dramatic grunt and a swing of her legs for extra momentum, Kenna tipped herself off the bed, and slowly but surely began her morning wash-up routine.
By the time she was done and ready to start her day, she could hear several secluded hum-like voices sounding from nearby. A conversation in the process, spoken in low tones as if meant to be kept a secret. Eavesdropping was a guilty pleasure of hers, something sheโd only sheepishly admit to a few, but she had no interest in doing so this morning. She mostly did it for the gossip, really. Who could possibly have so much to say before noon? That was a funny thing to think, really, because Kenna sure did, if prompted appropriately. Talking had always kept her younger siblings content in the early hours, but she wasnโt on babysitting duty any longer. For whatever reason, that thought exhilarated a stinging feeling inside her ribcage, like a bee had stung the center of her heart. She held nothing against a single one of her siblings; they hadnโt been the ones to send her running elsewhere, after all. This was a train of thought Kenna always tried yanking on the lever in time to avoid traveling down that particular pathway. She had relocated to Fox Island long enough ago to know that these people could be considered to be her distant family in some ways, but distant fared a far different feeling to blood relatives. That was a topic of internal discussion for another time, she told herself quickly, freezing that frame of thought before she found herself spiraling down a rabbit hole.
Following that, Kennaโs mind continued to dabble in several overlapping thoughts as she walked aimlessly, all lowering into a dull whir as her fingertips made contact with one of the doorknobs, the brass material cold to the touch as she opened the door, exposing herself to the crisp breeze that whisked by her as in on cue. From afar, she could hear the susurration of the Pacific waters down below. The ocean was always such a mystery to Kenna: it was so ominous, with so little of it having been discovered, and yet, so striking. Kenna had always endured a thrilling inclination for long forest hikes and watching fluffy, cotton candy clouds from up in the comforts of the thick tree branches over a dip in the sea, but that wasnโt to say she had any negative feelings towards it. Perhaps she was a bit uneasy with the idea of exposing herself to the unknown under the surface of the seawater, but she wouldnโt go as far as saying she was afraid of it. The way it bordered Fox Island like the islandโs personal protector went a long way in Kennaโs mind. Surely, sheโd never be able to associate truly negative feelings towards it, regardless of how high her levels of wariness were.
Some people just felt more of a natural draw in its direction, such as Carsus, whom Kenna had caught sight of as she propped her lower arms up onto the desk railing, hands lazily hanging over the other side of the somewhat dampened wood. He looked like he had been out for a bit; even from afar, Kenna could catch sight of the dull shadows that covered the skin under his bottom lashes. Raising one arm, she lifted two fingers up towards her forehead and half-saluted in his direction, unsure if he actually saw the movement or not. Returning her arm back to its original resting place a fleeting moment later, she shifted her weight so that her elbows rested on the wood, the palms of her hands coming up to fit comfortably under her jaw, cradling her lower face. She took in a deep breath, the cool morning air filling her lungs from bottom to top. Things were always so peaceful around here; it was one of the few places that succeeded at calming her mind. At the moment, what to get for breakfast was seizing up every inch of her senses.