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Aurora has been splitting her time between her apartment and the Kashtta, occasionally going out into the street to patrol but not every night the way she used to. She's become a familiar face at the Tower, passing through the halls, studying the place with mild curiosity.
It's half-hearted though, as are most of her action. The only thing she seems to do with much enthusiasm is her magic and that's simply because it's something she can do with comfort and familiarity.
So that's why she's sitting on the stairs, keeping a small glowing ball of magical energy turning within her hands. It's something to do until she can get up the energy to put on her wings and go out on the hunt.
Neal can't sleep.
He's been keeping an unusual schedule since he arrive din Chicago and he's not entirely sure why. It's just gone out of whack since coming through the Rift but he's not worried too much about it. Especially considering that it's the least of his problems.
He's not too far from the Kashtta, his hands in his pockets as he walks down the street. He's not really planning to go anywhere but he thought that maybe going out for a short walk would be a good idea.
Spencer is shaking a little. He's trying not to but it's hard. He tires not to think about why but that's just as hard. He's trying to distract himself with reading but it's not really walking.
He shuffles out of his room and starts down the stairs, his hand holding hard onto the railing and he moves. He's going to the kitchen out of habit, because around now is the time he usually gets food and there's a small part of him that's trying to pretend that he's just hungry.
It's half-hearted though, as are most of her action. The only thing she seems to do with much enthusiasm is her magic and that's simply because it's something she can do with comfort and familiarity.
So that's why she's sitting on the stairs, keeping a small glowing ball of magical energy turning within her hands. It's something to do until she can get up the energy to put on her wings and go out on the hunt.
Neal can't sleep.
He's been keeping an unusual schedule since he arrive din Chicago and he's not entirely sure why. It's just gone out of whack since coming through the Rift but he's not worried too much about it. Especially considering that it's the least of his problems.
He's not too far from the Kashtta, his hands in his pockets as he walks down the street. He's not really planning to go anywhere but he thought that maybe going out for a short walk would be a good idea.
Spencer is shaking a little. He's trying not to but it's hard. He tires not to think about why but that's just as hard. He's trying to distract himself with reading but it's not really walking.
He shuffles out of his room and starts down the stairs, his hand holding hard onto the railing and he moves. He's going to the kitchen out of habit, because around now is the time he usually gets food and there's a small part of him that's trying to pretend that he's just hungry.