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Blinking away the last vestiges of her nap, Ivy's feminine voice carried through to the mouth of the family den.  She groaned with a touch of melodrama before standing and making her way to her sister in a sleepy sort of shuffle.  With a yawn she bushed past her brown and tan sister - rubbing her shoulder down the length of Nova's flank, of course - and greeted the fresh air with a half grimace.

What are you doing? she asked, brow furrowed as she looked around.  Huh.  No one else in the area.  What time is it, anyway?  Ivy turned her head back to look at Nova, light green eyes a little wide though her expression far from embarassed.  A girl needed her beauty rest, after all, and it didn't matter how many daylight hours she stole to get it.