Dawn was approaching.
She could see it; the early risers beginning to stir.
She could taste it; the baking of breads and bakery goods.
She could hear it; the distant yet hearty calls of the proud male galliformes.
She could smell it; the dew gathering on the plants of the gardens and on the grass of the castle grounds alike.
She could feel it; the tempo of the cosmic dance of the neighboring moon and distant stars becoming a lull in the sky.
The watch of The Princess of the Night was nearly complete.
The time of twilight was imminent.