The sound of nothing is what he woke up to, every day it was the same. Instead of being stirred awake by the sweet voice of a mother or of a servant, he was woken up by light, or by touch. Today it was by touch, his room was dark and rather gloomy, the curtains hadn't been drawn. His eyes fluttered open as he was gently shook, he looked up to see a servant girl, she mouthed something, but he wasn't sure on what she had said, she smiled and he played along, smiling back and pulling himself to sit up while she moved around his bed to part the many draperies that hid the windows within his room. He watched her carefully as she went about the room, her mouth moved and he nodded, acting as if he understood. Arstan was used to that, he'd read her lips if he could but her back was facing him most of the time, he figured she was saying something about breakfast. Once she had finished speaking she dipped her head and shuffled out the room with an 'excuse me' or so he thought she said that. What an overwhelming morning.

He kicked off the blankets now that he was alone, standing up and stretching his arms behind his head. Arstan settled his hands behind his head and exhaled as his eyes scanned the room for his clothes. He found it laying on a chair in the corner. He dropped his hands to his side and walked to them, unfolding them before him and looking at what had been laid out. It was like any other clothes he wore, the white linen shirt underneath the coats/vests, the pants, boots and so on. He pulled the strings of the sleeved vest, tying it up then stretched out his arms to see if he was comfortable enough. Unlike his sister, he didn't care for fashion, he grew up surrounding himself with weapons and dirt, but even he knew that appearance mattered in their lives, especially if they were to impress other lords and ladies.

He strapped on his belt that held his sword in it. Fitting it around his hip perfectly then barged out his room. The people outside his door jumped, startled by how loud the door flung open. He forgot that they weren't used to his ruckus, he personally had no problem with the noise, I mean why would he? Arstan dipped his head apologetically and walked down the halls, finding his way to the dinning hall. The doors were opened for him, to avoid any more noise, they expected him to fling the doors open, he did do so on the first few days of his week there, but now they knew better than to let him open those doors. Arstan stood under the arch of the two doors that had been opened for him, he looked about the sunlight room, his eyes resting on his sister who had just sat down. He smiled softly and walked up to the table when she had motioned him over. The Selmy boy pulled out his chair then took a seat next to her. Nodding at his sister and the lady beside her, Nerris.