Early Start
It was early. Early to the point where the sun had not yet crept up over the horizon. Rilinor sat alone in the mess hall, idly eating a bowl of oats between small sips from a tall glass of milk. He was not paying attention to much, thumbing through the pages of a book.
Rilinor’s height was evident even though he was seated. He was broad chested and far more muscular than the average Elf. His dark brown hair and stern, focused expression made him appear unapproachable. In fact, everything about the way Rilinor looked was terrifying.
EXHAUSTION WEIGHED his body down, dark circles bruising under dull eyes, as Orion walked towards the mess hall. Held in shaky hands was his breakfast, a bowl of soup and a glass of water. He dragged his feet to the nearest table, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Orion spooned soup into his mouth, head bobbing in attempts to keep awake. However, it didn’t take long for the Ellon to smack his face into his soup. The Chef screamed shrilly, as he lurched back, landing on the floor; face drenched with soup. A pregnant pause, filled with absolute disbelief, as Orion simply stared at the ceiling before growling vulgar curses. “...Fuck the mornings. Fuck breakfast. Fuck everything.” He threw his arm over his face, closed his eyes, deciding that he would sleep there forever, regardless of what was to happen. This day was not starting out good.
