Softly fading music signaled the singer's sleep as she drifted off. Memories flitted trough her resting mind until rays of light filtered trough the curtained windows. Fealty let out a soft yawn before shifting about upon her pillow and peering at her companion with a tiny lifting of her lips. Now, how to wake him? For a few moments the doll stared absentmindedly into space before letting out a small laugh.

Reached out, Fealty pushed at Talon's shoulder a little forcefully. "Time to wake up! Come on Talon, you have work." The words slipped into a nearby ear as the small woman bent forward to make sure he heard. Again she pushed against his shoulder, then reached out to try and tug gently at a stray lock of pale hair.

Fealty's speaking stirred Talon from his sleep, but did not completely do the trick. Mumbling to himself, he let out a soft groan and turned his face so as to bury it into his pillow. Oh, how wonderful that fluff felt in the morning! Almost automatically, one of his hands pulled in a bit of his blanket to wrap tighter around him, savoring its warmth in his state of ignorant sleepiness. "It's only... in the family.... my boy." He murmurs, as if straight off of the note his uncle had left him. It was the soft tug of a piece of his hair that fully awakened him.

Eyes flying open in surprise, he turned to confusedly remove his face from the pillow and stare straight at Fealty. His blonde hair was tousled about his head messily, and combined with his widened eyes and curious expression, he may appear rather childish. Chuckling a bit, he soon relaxed and sat up as tired smile came to his face. "Good morning," he speaks softly, then pauses to yawn, stretching his arms out as he looks down at her form again, "How was your night?"

Fealty erupted into a fit of giggles at his expression. She couldn't help but think how very adorable, he seemed after waking from his sleep. Every moment spent with Talon endeared him all the more to the doll; it made her all too aware of her own quasi-immortality. The certainty that had once filled her heart that she would live forever had begun to waver and shake; a feeling the doll was more then glad for. "Good morning, Talon. My night was filled with memories, as per usual ... But how did you sleep?" She worried a little that perhaps her presence had caused some disturbance in the young man's dreams.

Everything else had changed for him, she knew. Or perhaps not, though it usually seemed that way when Fealty arrived. She couldn't believe it had been only a few days; it felt like she'd been by Talon's side for so much longer then that.

Upon hearing her giggles, a soft tint rose to his cheeks, and his gaze suddenly dipped shyly. He must've looked rather foolish just now. Still, smiling, he looks back up at her a few moments later. "Ah, me-- I slept rather well. Perhaps too well." He laughs a bit as he thinks of how slowly he had waken up after sleeping so deeply. Talon hardly remembered much after lying down the night prior; he had been out like a light! This, of course, was an unusual though welcome change in the young man's routine. Part of this, he would admittedly attribute to Fealty's presence. Briefly, he recalled hearing some sort of lullaby from her that had echoed through his dreams.

Carefully sliding up and off of his bed, he stretches once more then stands there looking down at her with a goofily bright smile on his face. "Time for business!" he says, seeming fully wake now, then pauses where he stands. "Or, perhaps, time to go get ready..." he adds sheepishly, grinning over at her before excusing himself to change and whatnot quickly.

The doll laughed lightly after seeing the young man's behavior. He certainly did have a way about him, one which always melted her heart. Fealty moved about the bed with care, tugging things back and forth, until the blankets had been rearranged neatly. This was the least she could do to help Talon. The young man had already done so much more for her then anyone else.

When he again re-entered his bedroom, he was dressed in fresh clothes, showered, and pleasantly surprised to find that Fealty had arranged his bedding for him. Smiling brightly upon seeing this, he laughs a bit, feeling a tad sorry for having left it a mess in his stead in the first place, but appreciative that she had thought to fix his bed. "Thank you," he begins, approaching her, gesturing that he could either pick her up once more or help her down from the bed, "Now to get to work! Let's channel that magic." He spoke on this subject almost hesitantly, though his enthusiasm behind the idea of it was real. Talon simply knew little of what made his paintings sometimes become more life like; they just did. For this reason, he was wary to try and perfect a body that was to actually come out of a painting altogether. Yet, he would.

Amethyst eyes moved to peer at the young man re-entering the room. As he moved forward, Fealty stood upon glass legs and smiled lightly. Motioning with her hands, she showed that she did indeed want to be carried. "Let's see how you paint first. It'll help quite a lot with figuring out what you need to work on." Excitement bubbled up in her heart at the thought of finally having her wished fulfilled. Though there would be a price with it.

Smiling in understanding at her gesture, he does not hesitate to kneel down temporarily to pick her up, tucking her firmly into his grasp. Tender with her as usual, he then stands with her in tow and walks casually out of his bedroom. Nodding slowly in obedience with what she said, he would glance down at her. "Of course. There are a few pieces I have been thinking of, anyways." He speaks casually, his tone light and frothy as if to relay his happiness yet this morning. Still he was unsure, but with Fealty there, he had some inkling that this may just work out. Eventually, that was.

Reentering his small studio, he opens the door and walks inside, this time pulling a chair up beside his easel. If allowed, he would gently set Fealty down upon it in order to free up his arms to gather some paint and dawn an already well-used smock of sorts. "Can I get you anything before we start?" He asks cautiously, aware that he could at times get lost in his work, a sheepish look crossing his face as he spoke up.