[Not that Sabina isn't an early riser, but typically she and Taning wake up at around six in the morning. That's why Taning is alone in the mess carriage, nursing an early coffee over a bacon breakfast he's barely eating (it's like he got the bacon out of sheer reflex), at five in the morning.
Tomorrow's the day, he thinks. At this point in his Vigil career, probably no one would mistake Taning for a scaredy-cat or a coward, but every time his mind strays over to the thought that he really doesn't know what to expect down there, his stomach flips over so violently he feels sick.
Anyone who walks into that mess hall will find Taning sitting deep into one of the nicely appointed, soft chaise booth seats, one leg propped up onto the seat and tucked close to his chest, cold coffee in hand and food half-uneaten.]
For Yulia, morning of October 22
Tomorrow's the day, he thinks. At this point in his Vigil career, probably no one would mistake Taning for a scaredy-cat or a coward, but every time his mind strays over to the thought that he really doesn't know what to expect down there, his stomach flips over so violently he feels sick.
Anyone who walks into that mess hall will find Taning sitting deep into one of the nicely appointed, soft chaise booth seats, one leg propped up onto the seat and tucked close to his chest, cold coffee in hand and food half-uneaten.]