Broken Boulder and all that doin' takes energy

lanawyn often rose with the sunrise.  there was something about the early morning air that was crisp and refreshing and, well, the view wasn't half bad either.  the sunrises and sunsets in the sanctuary were something artistic; had she believed in god, she would've said they were painted by the heavenly father himself.  but she didn't.  so they were just.. pretty.

her brother's call rang out and she took the time to stretch her legs.  it didn't sound urgent but it did sound excited, so she arrived late and kept to the back while everyone clambered over what was going on.