Ida's Unseelie Delusion

You awaken to the sound of a small animal running across the thatched roof of your cobblestone bedroom. You're in a big comfortable bed, hugging the gnome-sized fabric bear you've been using as a wrestling partner for as long as you can remember. Brisk air flows in through your window, disturbing the dust floating gently through the morning sunlight. You are 32 years old, and today is your first official day as Leafspeaker of Cedarside.

The coronation ceremony last night is a blur. You're unable to glean any specific emotions or details from your memories of the event. You must have spent the rest of the night partying with your friends from the Guard to lose those memories, but thankfully your constitution seems to have warded off the hangover.

The weight of what happened yesterday hits you like an orc. You're in charge, you have responsibilities, and people are relying on you. You jump out of bed and quickly prepare for the day ahead. How do you dress for the job? What breakfast is waiting for you in the kitchen?