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When Sereth woke up, she was horrified to find the sun already descending from her highest point. She jumped up from her bed and hurriedly dressed up. Surely, she told herself, somebody would have come for her if they had started rehearsing. Then again, Brinn is sick and Asta... well I don't know we seem to have some quarrell. The thought of Asta being mad at her did not make Sereth's morning any better.
Combing her hair Sereth admired the shadows under her eyes, visible even in the dim copper mirror of the room. It had not been such a good idea to rehearse lines until birds were singing and the pale hint of dawn was creeping to the horizon. Especially as the lines might still get changed, she told herself. She was vaguely aware that she was taking her newest role too seriously, but decided not to worry about it. What she should worry about though was coming up with some passable excuse for Brinn so that she wouldn't again scold her for straining her eyes in the dim candle light for hours and hours.
Sereth walked downstairs, hoping no one would notice it was the first time she appeared that day. On her way, she met the girl called Thiliel.
"Hi," she greeted the other girl with a smile. "Have they been looking for me?"
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