Black Morass White leaves of an oleander

Backdating this to Feb 4 set after this thread

Envy was up early this morning, the world locked in that strange state of emptiness before anything else woke up. Calm, too calm. Quiet, too quiet.

She sat a while, watching the cold air trap the moisture of her breath in fleeting, misty clouds, watching the sun move further into the sky inch by inch. When enough time had passed, and the first stirrings of others began to start, she would rise and slink through their encampment.

She looked for @Ione, so that they might start the days work. She could hardly hide the quiver of anticipation as it wracked her limbs and burned in her throat.