90th Vhalar, 716
On the table before her sat her new still unnamed puppy gnawing on a bone she’d begged off the cook, not that’d it been hard between the sad puppy dog stare she’d nearly perfected and the actual sad puppy they’d caved rather easily.
Drawing aimless lines in the dust of the table Symbri pondered what she’d be buying new dancing clothes were always nice but it would be wise as well to invest in clothing that was practical as well, perhaps some arms or something, greaves or gauntlets that could pad her fists would be nice but she didn’t know the first thing about armor or weapons really.
Yawning lazily Symbri waited on the snake it was still fairly early but the puppy had woken her up by barking in her ear tell she’d fed it and by the time she’d fed it and taken it out to do its business she was already well awake.
Cracking her knuckles one by one Symbri proceed to roll her shoulders and neck loosening and limbering up for the day, no matter what she did whe always tried to stay loose so that she was read for anything from a fight to a performance.