Early Wednesday Morning, around.

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Although she slept like a perfect log, Sakurazaki always woke up early. It was a habit. It was training. She felt wonderfully rested, far more than she had felt in ages, although her body was still delightfully sore. Her shoulder blades itched. She had many serene dreams of flying.

She had fallen asleep in her clothes, and changed into the same outfit, although a clean set. She really only had two different outfits, and the plaid skirt and tie of the Mahora uniform drew less eyes than her hamaka and robes. She was really quite lucky they had let her have them, otherwise she would have nothing.

It was time for a morning walk to wake herself up and become aware of the day. It also helped that it could help her feel more at home with her surrroundings. Sakurazaki just walked, and existed, and felt surprisingly tranquil.

[[OOC: open, of course, to anyone. I only have an hour and a half before a work shift of DOOM!, but I wanted to get some creative energy out now]]