As the sun rises over St. Mystere, the roosters shouted aloud to greet the morning light. The church bells were rung, it was the townsfolk way to know that the day is about to start. The morning dew was still fresh and the air was purified from the smoke of day.

Kate opened her eyes slowly as her dream world slowly slipped away from her grasp, only for reality to sink back in. She rolled her shoulders back like the driving rod of the iron horse, and flexed her fingers from years of kneading dough and milling flour. She yawned once, before sitting, gathering her consciousness.

She got up, and flicked her fingers. Her bed and blankets tidied up upon her command. She made her way to the mirror, and she flexed her elbow and imagined her hand grasping on a bucket of water, and turned her wrist 180 degrees got rid of -clockwise, as if getting the water bucket to come in front of her. She washed her face with icy cool water gathered from the rain before, while she used her magic to summon the hairbrush and let it uncurl any tangles on her straight and amber hair. The ribbon flew to her from the drawer, and tied itself unto her hair. She then took a cloth and tied over her forehead and making her hair neat.

As she looked at herself and wondered about why she still has butter on her face, she flicked her fingers to ignite the stoves in the kitchen below her room. It was morning, and breakfast is upon the bakery of St. Mystere once more.