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So I've been adjusting to being in this rundown place. Slowly. I still hate the fact there's not really supplies to bake. Feel pretty useless mostly. I stopped by the common room for a while, checking the large books there.
Later I found myself heading up to the roof. Ugly pale glare is better than nothing. Still miss the sun horribly. Least things been quiet on the suckers' end, and nobody else from my world's tumbled here. I'm not sure how I would react.
I looked my hands. Faint gold, barely see the wards. Weird thing? The more I stare and focus, I swear they briefly got brighter before fading out again. Guess I still have that. Even here.
Not like it does any good.
Later I found myself heading up to the roof. Ugly pale glare is better than nothing. Still miss the sun horribly. Least things been quiet on the suckers' end, and nobody else from my world's tumbled here. I'm not sure how I would react.
I looked my hands. Faint gold, barely see the wards. Weird thing? The more I stare and focus, I swear they briefly got brighter before fading out again. Guess I still have that. Even here.
Not like it does any good.