[ when it is morning, it's not particularly strange that she wakes up after him, she did have a habit of sleeping late whenever given the opportunity.
The clip-clop of her hooves as she makes her way out of a morning to wherever he is. Not saying anything, just shuffling out in his shirt with her hair sticking up here there and everywhere in a tumble of waves caught around horns. Rubbing the heel of her palm against her eye as she yawns, and comes over to him and leans against his shoulder.
She's awake. So there is that. Rubbing her face there as she mumbles something like good morning]
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The clip-clop of her hooves as she makes her way out of a morning to wherever he is. Not saying anything, just shuffling out in his shirt with her hair sticking up here there and everywhere in a tumble of waves caught around horns. Rubbing the heel of her palm against her eye as she yawns, and comes over to him and leans against his shoulder.
She's awake. So there is that. Rubbing her face there as she mumbles something like good morning]