"Jocilyn, wake up child." The familiar voice rang through her head, but the child did not stir awake. "Child. Wake Up." A man's hand moved to shake the young red haired girl, who groaned in protest as she tried to turn over, "The day is passing.." The voice spoke again. Eventually the young Breton would awaken, her deep ocean hues opening and staring at the face of the man that had stirred her from her slumber - her father.