The sun was well up by the time Adalaide decided to open her eyes..but whatever, her mother was a Queen..which made her a Princess and you know what? Princess' should be allowed to sleep in. Never mind that most foals were allowed to sleep for as long as they wanted anyways - Adalaide took it as a sign of her social status. Yawning widely she rose to her feet and slowly stretch out her limbs and wings as she decided what she ought to do today.
Well first thing was first of course, she had to make herself presentable and so she spent several minutes making sure that no debris from her bed last night was tangled in her mane and tail..and that the feathers of her wings were all laying properly. Imagine how embarrassing it would be for a princess to walk around with raggedy feathers? Adalaide would die..absolutely DIE. But she was smart and she thought ahead and so she made sure everything was perfect before she stepped out of the nice secluded grove she and her siblings had bedded down in the night before and took a quick look around to see who might be in the area.
