Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150722092936/@comment-5583506-20150722115757

Shakti stirred in her sleep and found when she awoke that she aggressively and repeatedly chewed a hole in her pillow, leaving some feathers stuck between her canines. If people hadn't known better, they could just as easily have mistaken her for devouring a chicken whole.

She spat out some of the feathers and yawned, stretching her jaws far apart. "S'rendarr's mercy, what was Khajiit drinking?" she murmured before stumbling out of bed and out of her room, forgetting to close the door behind her.

She nonchalantly pushed a Bosmer in the staircase to the side so that she could have some more space to care for her headache - hammering inside her head like a smith on an anvil. Her eyes were half open and her vision was milky and dim, but she could still manage to locate the table where Ragnar, Talin and the others were sitting.

She sat down with a dampened thud, almost tipping the chair over before she leaned over the table surface with a weary expression. "Khajiit bids you all a good morning... It's... It's not monday, is it?"