Bellanca didn't sleep well. Even though she had laid down and closed her eyes next to Atalanta, just as she'd been about to fall asleep, she heard and felt the other girl's sobs, and hearing that, she couldn't bring herself to sleep peacefully through the night, weighted by the sound of so much hurt and fear.
She woke up because someone right next to her was moving around. Coming to consciousness slowly, Bell didn't open her eyes right away. Her body felt a bit like it had been used as a punching bag the day before, sore and slow. They'd slept in much more uncomfortable places before, but the events of yesterday had taken a bit of a physical toll, it seemed. By the time she'd cracked her eyes open and pulled her body upright, Atalanta was moving around, getting a drink of water. Vedette was still dead asleep. She was a funny one. She could sleep through a thunderstorm, but would randomly wake up if someone dropped a thin little book on the floor.
"Good morning, Atalanta." Bellanca said quietly, rubbing her eyes. She stood up and began awkwardly maneuvering around the tent, packing up their blankets including the one Vedette was wrapped up in. Vedette grumbled in protest, shivering slightly, but Bell had long since learned that there was no being nice to Vedette if you wanted her to properly wake up. "We're meeting the boys at 12, but it's still early. What do you want to do until then?" She asked. Breakfast was probably the first order of business, but that was still a lot of time, and she got the feeling Atalanta had a more solid idea of what she wanted to do than the Aphrodite sisters did.
Even woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed. The very first thing that struck him was that Arvid would have to watch his words today. The endless whining was finally over. And perhaps he had missed having a good spar or two, not that he would've characterized yesterday's fight as "good," no offense to his fellow demigod. Strapping on his usual gear and pulling on his backpack, Even brightly smiled and walked down from the room they were staying in to get some breakfast. Today was going to be an interesting day. The quest was really finally getting underway. They were meeting with the daughter of Pan again today, and perhaps would get their first clue as to who the kidnappers really were. Maybe even Arvid would be helpful today.
Hisae was not feeling optimistic. They'd asked around yesterday, and had been told someone matching the description of who they were looking for had been seen, but wherever they went, they had been a step behind. One person had mentioned the girl they were searching for with a large dog and two girls and three boys. That was a large number. It brought their total number up to eight. That did not feel lucky. Her weapons were all perfectly strapped into place, her hagoromo around her shoulders before the sun was even up. She was in a foul mood. Then again, this wasn't unusual for her in the mornings, especially when she woke up this early and without any luck of their quest going well. The Japanese girl hated Europe. The people were too tall, and loud, and she could barely get by with English, much less this French nonsense. It was all ridiculous. Plus, she had to live with Enmei of all people. Exhausting.
She'd gone for a run, fully equipped with her weapons, and yet was somehow still in a foul mood when she got back. That usually cheered her up. When she got back, her first order of business was to aim a kick at Enmei, who'd woken up, as usual, with the sun. "We're not talking to anyone today, Sunny Idiot. We're wandering around trusting the gods to guide us. I'm sick of talking to these Frenchmen." She said in annoyed Japanese. The sooner they found these other demigods, the sooner this quest would be over.
