August 13th Morning | Level 2 | Open Log

[ Celena's out in the open half way between her home and the lifestream on floor two, taking advantage of the space to run through her sword drills. For those who pause to watch, it's clear from her flowing precision that she's very skilled with her weapon.

And though she appears to be concentrating, for those who speak to her or even for those who stop to stare too long she'll turn her head and flash a grin, hoping that she's either going to find a sparring partner or receive a compliment. After all, why else would she be exercising in such a public place? ]

August 13th Evening | Amber | Open

[ Whatever grace and beauty Celena was embodying yesterday has fled her completely. She looks terrible: pallid, sweaty, hunched and shivering as she clutches a blanket around her in her hammock ]

Don't eat the raspberries from the storage shed. There's something wrong-

[She pauses and covers her mouth as she swallows heavily, looking for a moment even more miserable that before]

Jeture, fetch me a bucket before I ruin my bed!