Breakfast as usual will be served between 8am and 9am. Cordelia will appear just after 8:25.

Cordelia will remind anyone present at breakfast that lessons in the basics of Trump are scheduled for 10am in the Library.

Cormac was still enjoying the relatively new feelings of the world seeming sharper and more distinct. Since walking the Pattern and coming into his heritage as an Amberite the world felt new and more alive to him. In some ways it was harder with all the new lessons to master but right this moment he felt more at peace with it all than he had previously. Maybe it was seeing that Cordelia wasn't as omnipotent as she had seemed before. Truth be told Cormac took a little bit of delight in seeing how she was subservient in some ways to Siobhan.

Of course she was still far, far superior to himself in any ways that mattered. But that realization that she was indeed 'human' helped him to put some things in perspective. Not that he would admit to any of that though. In this family it sometimes paid to keep a few things just to yourself.

So, with a new day upon them he made it down to breakfast at around 8:30 and found the lady herself already there. He smiled and went to sit down with his own food. When she mentioned the planned lesson his smile widened a bit.

"I'm looking forward to this one," he said in a casual tone. "I know the books don't truly reflect reality in some cases but the Trumps sound fascinating."

"In terms of their portrayal of Trumps they're reasonable accurate. In many ways Trumps are one of the most useful items to possess, and in many ways far more useful than the Pattern. That said you need a Shadow Traversing power like the Pattern to make Trumps that work across Shadow rather than within a Shadow."

Cassandra put on one of her old wrap tops with paint stains, over her dress. Before heading to breakfast. Today was the day she had been looking forward to, learning about Trump was the reason she had stayed. She entered the room around 8:30 feeling (and looking) much better than she did last night.

"Good morning." She called out as she put together her breakfast.

Early to bed, early rise. Rhiannon's eyes opened at just before 7 AM. She felt surprisingly alert and well rested considering the fatigue from her efforts the night before. Breakfast was served between eight and nine, so she had enough time to run at the pattern again. Rolling out of bed, she stripped out of the clothes she still wore from the day before, then went quickly through her morning freshen up. The eagerness hastened her, and after only ten minutes she was sheathed in a clean tshirt and shorts and back in position.

The ritual was exactly as it had been on all prior runs. This was where her head needed to be. It was like preparing her canvasses for making trumps, or executing her dance routine to I wanna feel your heat. The steps were known, rehearsed, and familiar. Four paths, three veils and the center. Each  a different effort but not separate from the whole. One Pattern, one power that she reinscribed on herself with every iteration. Every time it felt the same but also a little more natural. It wasn't if she would succeed, it was just a matter of how long it would take.

Only 54 minutes this time.

Rhiannon cheered to herself, taking the moment to enjoy her progress. But this success was different still more. Not only had she done it under an hour, she was also far less tired. In fact she was perfectly fine to run through it again. But it was time for breakfast, and she was so hungry. Afterwards, she vowed, she would go at it again, and if she had the energy, again after that. Banishing the image, she hopped up and left the room. Out in the hall, she skipped her way to the morning meal.

Alana sleeps until her breakfast arrives at 9.  She eats, washes up, puts on clean clothes, and heads to the Trump Presentation a couple of minutes before 10:00 am.