Bleary-eyed and thin-skinned, Selene stumbled into the Knoll as a zombie does, unseeing and single mindedly hungry. She was wrapped up in her sleeping robes, which looked strikingly similar to her usual wear, except a touch less embroidered. With considerable effort, she picked a fresh bread roll out of the basket, found a bowl and scooped the first soupy substance she came across into it.
There was no awareness of time or place in the Captain's mind as she sat down at any bench. The sun could have been high in the center of the domed room, or it could have been moonslight. Maybe the Knoll was bustling with hungry bodies, or it could have been the quiet night rotation, occupied only by Dusk knights and insomniacs. She did not notice either way as she pulled off a pinch of bread and dipped it into the soup-or-curry.
Selene savored this blessed moment of ignorance as she chewed at what turned out to be a nice lentil stew. It was only a matter of time, after all, before someone bothered her with something or other.
There was no awareness of time or place in the Captain's mind as she sat down at any bench. The sun could have been high in the center of the domed room, or it could have been moonslight. Maybe the Knoll was bustling with hungry bodies, or it could have been the quiet night rotation, occupied only by Dusk knights and insomniacs. She did not notice either way as she pulled off a pinch of bread and dipped it into the soup-or-curry.
Selene savored this blessed moment of ignorance as she chewed at what turned out to be a nice lentil stew. It was only a matter of time, after all, before someone bothered her with something or other.