There is awakening magic each day in the early morning, a feeling of an old earth-spirit rekindled that seeks to knit together all that is good. Elodie awakes at the steady pitter patter of the rain upon the window next to her bed, droplets yet to scatter the nascent rays of the rising sun. The sound brings a sense of serenity to her mind, a soothing melody, a natural lullaby. With eyes still at rest, she feels as if she was floating in mid-air, living happily within herself for these blessed moments of peace and solitude. Soon she returns to the moment, the song of the rain becomes a fusion of birds bringing sweet high notes and the gentle swinging of the trees from outside.
Elodie hummed a short tune as she sits up from her bed and stretches her arm skyward, "Hah~ A new day to spend in
