Some girls, nothing but sweatpants, looking like a princess Who: Cece and Peisinoê Where: The clinic When: 9/28 6AM Warnings: None probably Status: Ongoing, closed
It wasn't knows whether Peisinoê was a natural morning person. But now she knew no other way to be. Not after so many years of her parents and caretakers waking them up early to belt out excess sleep is an hour wasted! or some other trite sentiment that, rationally, Peisinoê knew was nonsense, but it was too engraved now. So Peisinoê rose before the Dawn every day, went through a carefully planned morning routine, and was bright and refreshed by the time she made it into work.
In fact, Peisinoê enjoyed a walk to work in the brisk morning air. It was good for the lungs, the skin and the spirit. It was best to know the people you treat, one of the reasons her family's medical staff were required to live on their grounds. Walking through the town gave her that chance. Of course, she did it in heels as well, making her tower over anyone she passed even more than usual. Heels weren't the most practical or professional footwear, but she liked to be seen wearing them as much as possible before she switched to something more safe.
This morning, like all mornings, she headed into the Clinic before everyone else needed to be there (or her for that matter) to refill the oil diffuser, put on some calming music, turn on all the lights, bustling about the place with as much energy as the tiny birds outside her window. She was still click clacking around the building when she heard the now familiar sound of Cece settling into her office. She popped her head in with a smile and a yogurt parfait in her hand, the smell of her long lasting but gentle clove and citrus following her, "Good morning Cece! I have water heating for tea, would you like some?"