Leave it to Lyra to sleep in until three in the afternoon on a Saturday. She'll make you proud. What's the point in waking up early if it's not necessary, anyway? At least, that's her opinion -- especially on a cold day in December. Expecting her to rise and shine from her plush bed before noon is pretty much out of the question.
Eventually, though, she does rise, from the depths of hell, and the first thing on her mind is caffeine. Too groggy to make her own coffee (at three-o-damn-clock), Lyra primps herself just enough to be able to go out in public and face the world. She winds up deciding to fly to Goldenrod on the back of her Skarmory; which is an instant regret considering the nip in the air.
Needless to say, by the time she lands outside of a coffee shop in the city, Lyra is a full on bitch who can only be rescued by such a state with a hot, sugary, espresso based drink. Luck is not on anyone's side when she bumps into someone, a glare instantly being shot in their general direction. The collision is no one's fault and can easily be blamed on the Christmas time crowds; but, in this moment, it's everyone's fault but her own.
"Watch where you're going, maybe?"
