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[Firesong is seated at a fancy look dressing table, his long hair handing lose as he carefully brushes, then stats to plait in tiny braids that are accented with red and gold beads that match his current outfit, with the occasional sparkling feather added to the end of said braids. The firebird that the feathers had to have come from is perched on the mirror, watching her bondmate with fascination since his grooming is being accompanied by a great deal of grumbling.]

I am tempted to find out who suggested these meetings be so early, if only so that I can let him have a piece of my mind! No decent person is up this early, I know fully half the court is still in bed at this hour! I fail to see how these meetings are going to accomplish anything if half of those attending are asleep on our feet. But, I suppose the military members are probably happy with the time. They seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with being up at the crack of dawn.

[He finishes another braid, then slowly starts separating out a few more strands of hair]....I truly do miss the hertasi. Doing this by myself is tedious and boring.