Akenna (prime)/The Dawn

The Dawn

Originally posted on the official forums by SMITHS89 on 01/11/2020 at 05:40 AM CST.

Akenna had just arisen before dawn. Sleepily, she opened the small bronze stove in the corner, softly murmuring an incantation and setting the insides of the small interior of its belly ablaze before latching its grate shut. She uttered another phrase to fill the kettle atop it with water. The fox on the bed shot his head up for a moment at her stirring but had already settled back down, closed his eyes, and drifted back to sleep.

She went over the chest at the foot of her small bed to retrieve a shawl and wrapped it around herself. She never expected that even in a tropical place the mornings would be chilly. With a slight shiver she went back over to the kettle on the stove, plucked a tin from the shelf next to a small sprite figurine and pulled off the lid. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of the herbs and leaves inside. With a flick of her wrist a teacup appeared in her hand and she went about spooning the tea into her cup. She wondered to herself how many more days she had like this in her little home on the island? Days with simple, quiet mornings. Akenna had not had the luxury of an outsider home in so many years. While the forest was wonderful, and magical illusions were beautiful, outsider homes were solid and real. She could hear the crash of waves from her tiny little home, at first that had taken some getting used to at night, it was foreign to her ears, now it was a comfort.

The whistle of the kettle made her thoughts drift back and she took it from the stove, pouring water into her teacup. After putting everything back into its place, she went and huddled into her armchair. Staring out the hazy aqua windows at the cloudy dawn she sipped her tea. For the moment, this was one thing that the Flock couldn’t take from her or ruin, this was hers. They couldn’t sour it or make it terrible; they couldn’t take the dawn from her. They might take her home; they might even take all that she had grown fond of here on the island, but they couldn’t have this; at that thought, Akenna smiled over the rim of her cup.