A good morning with Rin

The faint light of dawn began to seep through the small, round window of Rin Mordos' room, casting a soft, diffused glow over the cluttered space. Rin lay buried under a mound of blankets, her dark hair splayed messily across the pillow. The world outside slowly came to life, but Rin remained cocooned in the warmth of her bed, savoring every precious moment of sleep. It was, after all, the weekend, a time when she allowed herself the luxury of sleeping in.   Rin's room, though not as grand as her sister Evelyn's, was a sanctuary of its own kind. It was a place designed for purpose, reflecting her insatiable thirst for knowledge and her dedication to the arcane arts. Shelves crammed with books, scrolls, and alchemical tomes lined the walls, interspersed with pots of exotic plants and jars of magical ingredients.   With a reluctant groan, Rin stirred, the sweet lure of sleep still pulling at her. She blinked her red eyes blearily, adjusting to the morning light. Her room, a single-story but spacious haven, was a testament to her scholarly pursuits. The floor was strewn with books, open to various pages, and notes scribbled in the margins.   Pushing herself up, Rin glanced around, her gaze falling on the alchemical bench in the corner. Tubes, flasks, and various alchemical equipment were scattered across its surface, remnants of her late-night experiments. The air was tinged with the faint, earthy scent of herbs and the sharp, metallic tang of potions.   Rin swung her legs over the side of the bed and shuffled to her desk, where a pile of scrolls awaited her attention. She picked up a half-finished manuscript, her mind slowly waking up to the tasks ahead. The weekend was a time for her to delve deeply into her studies without the interruptions of her usual duties.   Yawning widely, Rin moved to a small table near the window where a pot of cold tea and a plate of stale pastries sat. She grimaced but took a sip of the tea anyway, deciding it was better than nothing. As she chewed on a pastry, her eyes wandered to the window, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves of her potted plants.   The door creaked open, and a maid stepped in, carrying a fresh pot of tea and a tray of warm pastries. "Good morning, Lady Rin," she said with a gentle smile. "I brought you some breakfast."   "Thanks, Elara," Rin mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "You're a lifesaver."   Elara set the tray down on the table, replacing the cold tea and stale pastries with fresh ones. "You look like you could use a few more hours of sleep," she remarked, concern evident in her voice.   Rin chuckled softly. "Probably. But I've got too much to do. So many experiments, so little time."   "Just don't overwork yourself, my lady," Elara advised, giving her a sympathetic look before leaving the room.   Rin poured herself a cup of the fresh tea, savoring the warmth as it spread through her. She took a moment to stretch, feeling the knots in her back from hunching over her desk for hours. The plants around her seemed to perk up as the morning light grew stronger, their leaves unfurling in response.   With a sigh, Rin moved to her alchemical bench, her fingers trailing over the tubes and flasks. She picked up a vial of glowing liquid, examining it closely. It was a potion she had been working on for weeks, and she was close to perfecting it.   As she lost herself in her work, the rest of the world faded away. Rin was in her element, surrounded by the tools of her trade and the books that contained the knowledge she so fervently sought. The quiet hum of the castle and the distant sounds of life beyond her room were a comforting backdrop to her solitary pursuits.   Despite her usual sleepy demeanor, Rin thrived in these moments of quiet focus. Her room, though cluttered and chaotic, was a reflection of her brilliant mind. Here, amidst the books and plants, she found a sense of peace and purpose that fueled her relentless quest for knowledge.   The weekend stretched ahead, a blissful expanse of time for her to delve into her studies without interruption. And though she cherished her sleep, the allure of discovery and the thrill of mastering new alchemical techniques were enough to keep her awake and engaged.   Rin took another sip of tea, her eyes alight with determination. There was much to learn, and she was ready to embrace the day, no matter how sleepy she might feel.