CherriesIt was mornings like this that made Cato miss the days she didn't wake up alone. She curled into an even tighter ball under the dark green blanket as an icy breeze breached the defense of the shutters and danced around the apprentices' dormitory. She cracked open one eye, peering from between strands of tangled blonde hair to see if anyone else was awake yet.
A few other apprentices were beginning to stir, and a couple were even up. Must not be as early as it feels to me, Cato decided as she braced herself for the cold and pushed back her blanket. Of course, the fact she and Anders had been up practicing all night long--literally; it had technically been morning when she finally tumbled into bed--might have something to do with that.
Cato gathered her hair in one hand, pulling it over one shoulder so see could see how badly it was tangled. "Oh, Maker," she groaned at the sight of the multitude of knots snarling the long blonde strands. She reached for her hairbrush. "This alread