As dawn rises above the horizon, Oisin is already awake, ready to greet the first rays of a new day. Since becoming king, he has, uncharacteristically, awoken in sync with dawn. That could also be due to the many thousands of puffins perched on the edge of the cliff. The recent arrivals bring new life to the island. Come hail, sleet, or snow, nothing stops their daily performance. For a young man who used to hate the sounds of early morning, he has grown fond of his morning walks, embracing the declaration of another night survived. He ponders for a while about what the day will bring. The burden of kingship weighs on his mind at the thoughts of Ulaidh quarrels and wasting no time, he rises from his bed, dressing in casual cotton undergarments and britches before making his way to the door
