Golden rays slowly dawn over the peaks; like knives, they pierce the blinds of Davias room as she groans.
Rising out of bed she quietly goes through her morning routine. Once dressed she stops by her mirror, brushing her curls behind her ear and takes a deep breath then cringes slightly as the stench of iron invades her nostrils.
"Ugh...can still smell it."
She grabs a small rectangular bottle spraying on her wrists and neck, with a sigh she walks down the stairs and to the kitchen as her mother stands by the stove.
Turning to Davia she gives a soft smile.
"Morning dear."
With the flick of her wrist, a pancake flips in the air and lands in a pan with a soft sizzle as Davia grabs an apple, taking a bite staying quiet. Her mother gives a soft sigh as she sets the pancake on a plate
