[Outside the cove]
[Early morning is reserved for being sleepy, being drowsy, being half awake, dragging oneself to mostly awake, and then gradually trying to be something more like a productive human being actual current quantity of human notwithstanding.
Late morning, though, finds Kururu outside, robe nowhere in sight as she scrambles up a bit to a ledge on the outside curve of the cove, surveying the reasonably open space spreading out to the edge of the torchlight, and contemplating the wooden disc held in her hands.]
I guess . . . this really is the best way to test it, isn't it?